Sometimes the knowledge that Cory is really dead feels like an actual person who follows me around all day long, hurling stones at me. Any distraction deep enough to lull me into forgetting, and bing!, there goes a tiny one, all sharp edges. Others are bigger, and stop me in my tracks. If there are too many, I end up crawling on my knees until I make it to my bed- a stone-free zone... for certain hours of the day, at least.
Acceptance is not a hurdle that you gain, make your way past, and go on about your business. Your heart and brain are connected, you see; your heart is forever trying to talk your brain out of that most horrible truth. It cannot be. It just cannot be. Listen here...
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