dead wife ing
my girlfriend had a dream where we were calling on facetime and in the dream she fell asleep but i was still talking to her, knowing that she was asleep and when she woke up (in the dream), she saw i was still talking to her and she apologized because i was awake the whole time, and we both started crying it hurt her so much she woke up in real life
she texted me about it right away and we talked about it in person she started crying because she was thinking about a video of a wife going to her husband's(? or wife's? wlw) grave with their favorite snacks and flowers and talking about her day and the way i was talking to my girlfriend in the dream, while she was sleeping, even though i knew she was asleep, felt like that
love and loss to be honest, im not sure my girlfriend has really experienced either intensely or fully loss for certain she hasnt, love as she says im really the first
whereas ive seen love
and ive seen loss with both friends and family in passing, dead and gone and in relationships with lost lovers and in friendships with lost friends
dead wife ing the "i love you so much, i dont want to imagine my life without you" and the "whoa this is like a dead wife flashback" (@weaverfuck twt) the "infinite dead wife flashback feedback loop"
words and moments are shared that feel incredible, thoughtful, loving, yet mournful in that they are fleeting and could one day be reduced to pure memory
i am grateful to be filled with love that resonates so strongly and so deeply
a blessing and a curse one might say no one wants a dead wife biggest fear in love with a woman is a dead wife
like with pets, or even friends or family members mourning them before they are gone imagining their loss eons ahead of time
not great to preemptively mourn someone who is still with you
when there is so much life to live
again, we never know what may happen
and luckily love is so bountiful at times it feels impossible
but there is always more
if i am a dead wife, i want you to know that if i have a dead wife, i hope i remember
love shared is never love lost
and love is more plentiful than the air i breathe though i may one day choke on it and this feeling caught in my chest may one day end me
tldr love is awesome
even when it may hurt a little the good kind of hurt the kind you remember