"It has been said, 'time heals all wounds.' I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone." - Rose Kennedy
I have been without you for some time now. I have racked my brain trying to make some sense of the situation, but it is senseless. Even though I find comfort in knowing you are at peace and free from the pains of your earthly body, I have never missed someone so much.
Even though society tends to romanticize the term "soulmate", I do not. I know that, whatever souls are made of, yours and mine were made of the same. We were much more than the bones and the tissue of our physical selves. I guess that's why it feels like a part of me has died with you. I still feel incomplete, and I'm wondering if I'll feel that way for the rest of my life.
While it is true that a part of me is missing, I still feel you every single day. I feel you with me on my daily commutes to work and in moments where I am stressed out and feeling like I'm losing control. I feel you in the quiet, everyday moments, when my mind always drifts to you. Whenever I need you, I know you are never far and I can talk to you anywhere. Even though we are further in distance than ever before, you're still one of the best listeners I have ever met.
You've been gone a while now, but I am not the complete emotional disaster I thought I would be. You taught me better than that. I still miss you every single day, but that sadness has turned into action and pride. I am finding new ways to honor your memory and keeping your spirit alive in my heart.
I hope you are pleased with the young woman I am becoming. I hope you are looking down on me with that same proud smile you used to give me on our days together. I hope you see the good I'm trying to do in this often cruel and confusing world. And I hope you know, it's all for you.
So, the wounds remain. The pain has lessened. But I will love you and honor your memory forever.