oh this sad warmth of grief; a warm tear on cold cheeks.
when grief starts overflowing again, remember, there is still love left. you're still filled with love. no one deserves your love more than you do.
—𝓜𝓼. 𝓜𝓲𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓮