All we need sometimes is not to mourn what has been lost, but to rather search for what remains. To have a clear vision from the aftermath where we begin to understand that what we bury within ourselves from hurt, longing, and tenderness will not stay buried forever. They resurface in words, in dreams, and in the sudden ache of remembering something small and once insignificant. All memories, the sweet and the bitter, will always insist on being felt.
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