This is dying everyday. Over and over.

“And then, when there is nothing else between us but love, we can begin to find …”

“I step back further, until I feel cold tiles against my back. It is then I get …”

“ان حزنه لم يبد لي جديدا.وحان الوقت حتي تخمد أحزانه وتستقر في أعماقه وتصبح جزءا …”

“I closed my eyes and abandoned myself to my grief. It felt better, somehow, to …”