Non Pratt

You can't lose someone who was never there in the first place.

It's too much to be forgiven when all you want is to be blamed.

For my mum, to whom I'd turn in a heartbeat.

Grief isn't always a knife-sharp twist in your heart or a dull bludgeon in your stomach, sometimes it's a net, cast suddenly and silently over your soul so that you feel trapped and suffocated by its grasp. I feel the loss in the deepest recesses of myself, hidden parts of my mind and my matter, united in missing someone I will never see again.

He's beautiful. Not specifically to look at, but to be with.