I Fucking Miss You

This feeling is real.

The ache. The absence. The way a song, a smell, a random Tuesday afternoon can hollow you out.

This is not weakness. This is love looking for somewhere to go.

"You are not alone in the In-Between."

That space between who you were with them and who you're becoming without them—it's real. It's valid. It has no timeline.

Some things that are true:

Grief is not a problem to be solved.
Missing someone doesn't mean you're stuck.
You can be functioning and shattered at the same time.
The love doesn't stop when they're gone.
You are allowed to be exactly where you are.

There's no advice here. No five steps. No optimization.

Just acknowledgment that this is hard, and you're still here.

That counts. That matters.