I was warned that I probably would clock watch the whole morning until that time came again. And I did. All in third person, all hoping, waiting for a sign of what was to come, to try and change it.
But it never came.
We had chosen to be on our own on the day itself, lost in our own thoughts.
The day itself wasn't as bad as thought it would be. The tears flowed easily but it was to be expected. It was emotionally charged to think how our lives had changed in a year.
How much we had changed in a year.
We clung to each other, both too scared to admit how much it still hurts. I don't think we said much to each other all day. Lots of hugs and wiping away tears.
Just like the 364 days before it, we got through the day.
