sunday night.

2:00am.

for the first time,

just saw some photos of 

liz

posted to flickr by anya

and i lost my shit.

photos of 

liz

(almost all taken by me)

have brought me

lots of comfort

over the past few weeks,

but these were different.

these photos were taken

by someone else

during happy times

that i wasn’t a part of…

her bachelorette party 

and

various girls-only weekends.

all of a sudden

now i think i know what 

it’s like 

to look at this from

a strangers perspective

and it’s awful.

i found myself

thinking the 

same things everyone 

else has said,

“what a beautful woman”

“so full of life”

“can’t believe she’s gone”

holy shit i miss

liz

so much right now.