Only a few little things left to do.
Put up the hardboard art wall and cast iron stars last night.
Moyou is all set up out here too.
It has been hard to touch this space since she moved on.
In a lot of ways this is a physical representation of what I did wrong in our relationship.
Too much focus on everything but her.
This is my last installment of grief.
It's a struggle everyday. The lump in my throat and knot in my stomach have set up permanent residence. Letting go and moving on are two things my heart does not excel at.
If you want to have it all, you have to let it all go.