His dormant social networking profile is a grave. I don’t wish him ill, it is just my way of telling myself that he is no longer ‘alive’ in my life. And when I miss what we were and what we could’ve been, I grieve by going to his grave and remember all the memories that changed me forever. While I search for the part of my lost soul to feel whole again, it is this irony of grief that keeps me hopeful.
Boundless Beauty 
A grave is for burial and the end. Living or left we must endure and start a new . Look forward
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Yes dear. I’m trying to start anew everyday. It’s hard but I’m getting there slowly.
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