“She wrote his name on a piece of paper and lit it with a match. The letters curled as they turned dark and misshapen until she didn’t recognize them. They were figments of something that she had done in her past, lost into some other form of existence. Where did the letters go now? She tried to find traces within the ash of some resemblance of what used to be. She dug down, her fingers turning black and gray like the depths of her. He was gone. Gone. What was she left with but ashes and darkness once the light of the flame went out? The smell of smoke lingered like a memory of him. Was this the end or could she write a new word? Not a new name, not his name, but could she call a new word into existence? A new piece of HER; a new reason for her existence? Picking up the permanent marker, Amy placed it in her pocket for later. Ashes blow in the creek bed and blend with the stream, moving down like sand in an hourglass.” Death Of A Loved OnePassing AwayLosing YourselfMoving On And Letting GoBereavement LossBreaking Up BreakupGrief And Loss RegretFinding Yourselfing Book:Hourglass in Grace Source: Hourglass in Grace
“I'm the same person you asked to move in with you. The same person you fell in love with. I'm your little firecracker, Adam." "More like a bomb," he mutters. "You want a bomb? I'll give you a bomb." I grab his water glass from across the counter and throw the water in his face. "Boom, motherfucker!” ProverbialBombBreaking Up Breakup Book:The Girls' Guide to Love and Supper Clubs Source: The Girls' Guide to Love and Supper Clubs