The days I didn’t get to love her were wasted. But then again, the days that I -did- get to love her were wasted too. My heart is suspended between two fires that never seem to diminish in their desire to slowly burn their way through every painful memory and every happy thought I have of her. I stopped fighting them. I now let them do their worst. A Phoenix is to arise from all of this, I’m sure. So, I will lean into this pain. I will embrace it. Hope is made, not given.