Grief isn't always a knife-sharp twist in your heart or a dull bludgeon in your stomach, sometimes it's a net, cast suddenly and silently over your soul so that you feel trapped and suffocated by its grasp. I feel the loss in the deepest recesses of myself, hidden parts of my mind and my matter, united in missing someone I will never see again.

For my mum, to whom I'd turn in a heartbeat.

It's too much to be forgiven when all you want is to be blamed.

You can't lose someone who was never there in the first place.

He's beautiful. Not specifically to look at, but to be with.