I sleep with that ring on. I talk to it like it’s him. It’s the only thing that still feels like us.

Am I being unreasonable? Am I selfish? Is grief supposed to come with conditions? Can love be undone just because one person is gone?
Sometimes I wonder what Jake would say if he saw what they’re doing. Would he be heartbroken too? Or would he tell me to keep it close, to never let go? I don’t know.
I just know it still smells like him. And I’m not ready to say goodbye. Not yet.
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