It could be grief

“It could be grief” he said.

“But without death?” she replied

“And that’s ok” he said, “because grief is not just a friend of death” The curling of her lips drawing his hand closer to her chin, “but one that visits at different, sometimes unexpected, stages of our lives.”

“It’s ok to cry,” his fingers cradling her chin, raising her face upwards allowing her eyes to meet his, “And it’s ok to laugh, because the timeline of grief has no start and no end, no linear approach or destination to reach. 

“A goodbye to a friendship, the drift of a relationship or even the passing of part of yourself.

“Some we grieve through sorrow and tears, and others we grieve with laughter and smiles.

“Yet it is still grief” he said.

And with that she breathed a sigh.