It hits you in the dark, driving along the streets that are deserted except for you. It hits you hard when that one song that reminds you of them comes on at random. It hits you hard, like a truck at 90mph, and just like that, you are crying, talking to them through the tears, begging to visit, even if it’s just in your dreams that night. You can be strong all you want, but as you drive on in the dark, you give in to the tears. You give in to the thoughts, and just live that moment, feeling like you’re the only one dealing with it. But you aren’t alone. And that thought will get you through until the next time it hits you.
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