To the one carrying an ache this week,

Some absences never ease.

They sit just under the surface; in a scent, a season, a song you weren’t prepared for.
You can be halfway through your day, doing all the right things, when suddenly the missing hits you square in the chest.

This is the ache of missing what was.
It’s not weakness. It’s love continuing its work.
It’s the body remembering what the world has forgotten you lost.

Maybe you’ve found yourself reaching for someone who isn’t in the room.
Maybe you replay old conversations, trace old memories, revisit moments that still feel warm - or sharp.
That longing isn’t a setback. It’s evidence of the depth of your love.

If that’s you this week - living between who you miss and the life you’re still trying to live; I want you to know this:
you’re not behind, you’re not broken, and you don’t have to pretend you’re “over it.”
Some loves remain stitched into your bones.

One true thing:
You don’t have to let go to keep going. Grief and forward motion can walk beside each other.

Quote:
“Grief is the price we pay for love.”
- Queen Elizabeth II

Song:
“Saturn” - Sleeping at Last

A note from me:
If this stirred something - the sudden choke of memory, the sting of longing, the warmth of a moment you wish you could step back into; you can always reply. You don’t need tidy words. I’ll understand the feeling behind them.

With love,

-Kirsten