as I woke up this morning next to the man I’ve loved for five years, 1825 days to be exact
my phone kept vibrating. My news application was telling me about another terror attack.
This time in Brussels.
At the same time my heart was pounding it was also crying, once again.
Not only for Brussels, Paris, Turkey, Syria but to everywhere
where people are getting killed,
homes are being destroyed,
families are being teared apart.
My pounding heart goes not only out to the man next to me
but also to all of you that are going through a time that I can’t even describe.
Let’s not lose hope.