It's okay
It's okay to fall to pieces or to spend so much time and so much energy trying to hold yourself together It's okay to walk away sometimes and to just be alone to hide your face from people and from God himself It's okay to cry out in the night to sob uncontrollably and to wonder if anyone can hear you It's okay to let yourself down because you're trying so hard not to let those around you down because someone has to be strong It's okay to crumble at the end of the day and wish you weren't here at all because the pain sometimes takes your breath away It's okay to want your bed because that's the only place you can think of her without terror running through you It's okay to imagine her there next to you, so quiet so warm, so tender before the moment is gone again It's okay to pick up the pieces how you see fit, when you see fit and to realize some of those pieces ...