Page 93 of Take All The Time You Need
I don’t ask myself those questions anymore.
I am the picture-perfect happy family, even on my own. I am everything I used to hate.
A couple, holding hands, laughing in the vegetable aisle of the grocery store.
A woman buying three bouquets of flowers for seemingly no good reason, other than she can.
A normal fucking person who doesn’t cry on the train.
I am everything I still hate, too.
I’m sad that Grant doesn’t get to experience the things I am now.But his death is not in vain. I live and love because I loved him, and I do because I owe it to myself to make up for the time I spent not letting myself do those things.
Being happy does not negate the grief I felt or will feel, so I should just let myself feel the sunshine on my face, the bustle ofthe city around me, and the bubbles of joy that appear whenever I look at Jae.
I took my time. And now I’m happy.
