Grief Is The Price We Pay

It washes over you like the waves of the raging sea, drowning you, smashing down on your face everytime you try to come up for air. Holding your heart hostage in it’s iron fist, squeezing it until you think it will never beat again.

  

It’s funny like that.

  

You can be just fine for a moment, and the moments extends to hours, then days, then weeks and months and years. But you will always be hostage, never knowing when the raging sea will overtake you, once again. 

  

Grief is the price we pay for love.

  

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