It’s winter here now. Winter is when bad things happen, for me anyway.
The grief that is too hard to take from July last year and every time it hits me that she’s not coming back, it still hurts. I still see her face or distinguishing features in people around me and then i remember and it comes to me again. She’s not coming back, I’ll never see her again and that was the choice she made and she must have felt so desperate.
I want to get a tattoo for my friend Zoe. We were best friends as children - I think we met when we were about 6. We drifted apart during high school as you do and became close again after that.
She passed away in July of this year. I miss her. I want a cat silhouette with wings, and I want it to say her name underneath and I think I want it on my shoulder blade.