Behind the Mask: The Silent Scream of Grief
I’ve often been told, “You’re so strong.” “You’re doing so well.” But the truth is, behind the mask of normalcy, I’m silently screaming. I miss him more than words can say. Every night, I relive our lives together in my dreams. I see him in the shadows, his laughter echoing through the empty rooms of our home.
There are secrets I wish I could have shared with him, stories I long to tell him. I yearn for another chance to hold him, to feel his warmth, to hear his voice. The sound of his laughter is a haunting melody that plays on repeat in my mind.
On the outside, I may appear composed, but inside, I’m shattered. The pain of losing him is a weight that I carry with me every day. It’s a heartache that no one can truly prepare you for.
I find myself talking to the walls, hoping he can hear me. I yearn for him to walk through the door, just as he used to. But the reality is, he’s gone. And with him, a part of me has died.
Where does love go when your person dies? Does it fade away, or does it linger, a constant reminder of what once was? The ache in my heart is a testament to the depth of the love we shared. It’s a pain that will never truly go away.
