Scoop

Six months. If you had told me six months ago that I would still be standing in six months, I would have called you a liar. I just wanted to curl up in a ball and die. Go be with my sweetheart. But it didn’t happen that way, and here I am. Still. I cry. A lot. I wonder, I long, I wish. A lot. But I’m still standing, somewhat. Sometimes I have to be propped up by my family and friends, and so far, …