I kept wondering why I suddenly needed a pillow on my forehead just to sleep. Then I saw this memory. Maybe grief is just love looking for familiar comfort.
| | It has been less than a year since you left, but I still cannot sleep without something resting on my forehead. Even if it is just a pillow or my own arm. [link] [comments] |
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