In loss, we still find something
At 25 I felt the rush... That feeling lasted for a long time. Probably the entirety of knowing you and loving you. At 26 I finally felt like I had a family, something real, something forever. And I could (with a little work) accept it with gratitude, trust, and a whole heart. At 28 I learned the meaning of true heartbreak and longing. I can't say I'm starting over. But I'm definitely starting something... on solid ground.