Today is supposed to be a day for gratitude, isn't it? But how am I supposed to be thankful for a world that was stolen from me in a single night? I’m sitting here amidst the flowers he used to love, and all I can feel is the coldness of his absence.
They say time heals all wounds, but they've clearly never felt a heart tear in two. I don't want peace. I don't want "thanksgiving." I just want justice.
