Confessions on life death and god. gotta love postsecret

Sometimes, I worry that you were the love of my life, and now I have to live the rest of it without one because you were too scared to open your eyes.

Where is a place I can store my exhaustion so that when I can pick it up when I'm ready for it? Like a daycare... for tiredness.

There are times when I talk to you, or look at pictures of you, all of you, it makes me smile and then choke on my tears... I miss you so much - when is our reunion? When do I get to feel whole. Content?

Isn't it odd that such an abstract part of us with no nerve attachment to the brain can leave us in so much pain? Feel so raw? Hurt like nothing else.