Jack

grief， i’ve learned， is really just love. it’s all the love you want to give but cannot. all that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes， the lump in your throat， and the hollow part of your chest.

please know: whether it’s the days you burn more brilliant than the sun or the nights you collapse into my lap your body broken into a thousand questions，you are the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen.

his soul might be a sun. i've never met anyone who had the sun for a soul.

did you get enough love， my little dove? why do you cry?

if you feel nothing then why are you shaking?

so， i won't say goodbye. only ... thank you.

but when happiness comes crashing down， it's always accompanied by the smell of blood.