Sucker punched.

I couldn’t stop myself this time, both needing friends.

Nothing more, nothing less.

We both need time to process.

We both have so much grief.

Trust me, I just wanted to hold you. But I can’t do that.

Not right now.

We both have bleeding deep wounds we need to heal. Mine for someone I cared for deeply and on a romantic level.

You are flying home, once I heard the news. I can't imagine the pain you're going through.

I can tell you wholeheartedly and with compassion and certainty, it doesn’t get easier.

I’m sorry, I know it’s hard and sucks and feel like someone punched a hole in your chest.

Everyone is different, I just want you to know.

Even though now you’ve gone home, I have to say.

It’s going to sting to say their name.

To see pictures and hear memories.

I don’t know about you but, but we Irish folk don’t forget.

Time doesn’t heal all wounds. I’d rather tell you now.

But I think you'll learn on your own time, in your own way.

How to manage the pain and anguish that it comes along way.

-ej