The six stages of grief

Acceptance

Nicklaus,

It's finally occurred to me you're gone. And it doesn't hurt nearly as much as it did a year ago. It's like there's this bubble inside of me. And there's a red button that makes me hurt so badly about you. But there's a ball inside that bubble. When you first died, the ball was as big as the bubble. Now, it's the size of a quarter, it used to hit the button constantly, but now, it only hits everyonce in a while, but it hurts just as bad as it did in the beginning.

Tyler asked me about a month ago if I wanted to hang out that weekend, but without Alex that time. I asked if it was like a date, and he said yes, but if I didn't want to he understood. I said yes. I feel like you would want it to be Tyler, like he was one of the only people you trusted more than yourself.

We've been going out since then, and it's been nice. He asked me to be his girlfriend last week. I said yes then too. I like him Nic. I really really do. But sometimes it feels like I'm betraying you, like it isn't right. Ty reassures me it's okay. And that he cares about me.

I love you. I always will. But I've accepted you're gone. And that you won't be coming back.

Ray