As I drove home from my school, I had that familiar feeling.
I wanted to talk to one person. My Mama. BUT I CAN'T.
DAMNIT, I CAN'T.
That's the thing no one tells you about grief- it doesn't just hit you in the sad times. It hits you in the happy ones too. In the perfect moments where life is going great- I want to share it with her.
Frankly, it freaking sucks that I can't.
I miss my best friend.
I wish I could wrap this up with a pretty little bow but that can't happen either.
There is no way to make it hurt less.
I feel lucky that I had her beautiful soul in my life for 17 years, thankful for all the amazing memories, and pissed as hell that I do not get to make any more with her.