I’ve lost something that I never had.
The future with her. Future experiences. Future happiness. Future memories. Future laughter. Future love.
Why am I so hurt for losing something that was never mine to begin with? I only own the present and the past. I have no ownership of tomorrow or what is yet to come.
Maybe because the future holds hope. And as Grandma ‘Leen once said to me, “Hope is a powerful thing.”