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.