tonight jenny asked me for a hoodie and as i was mentally picturing what was in my closet i remembered that dominick's sweater was in there. i completely forgot i had it. i also just found his mother on facebook so i can finally let her know how much i loved her son and what a wonderful person he was; how much he had an impact on my life.
i started crying again-- what a relief!
this is only the second time i've really let myself mourn his death.
it's not very healthy to do, but i can't help it.
i don't want to cry because that means it's real.
i'd rather cry about a broken heart.
...but everytime my heart breaks i tell myself it's no big deal because i've dealt with worse.
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