I can’t take my eyes off this piece of writing every time I see it.
There is an honesty and a vulnerability that is hard to explain.
You can almost feel the sense of loss. The pain. It’s frighteningly obvious in the simplicity of the language.
You just want to reach out and give this person a hug.
You know my first thought was that it was written by a male. But the more I look at it, the more I think it was painted on by a female.
A man would have run at the wall with his car. A man would have tried to swallow up the pain and still go about their day. Pretending nothing was a miss.Except for her.
Women are far better at expressing what they miss most. They’re not afraid to tell the world. Just like this.