The jokes still get told, the teasing still takes place, laughs still escape but the hurt is always there.
Just below the smile, there is the deep sadness. The "hey nice to see you" is a true sentiment but lurking in your mind is the loss, the grip of grief. Tears will not flow at every thought but the head hurts, behind the eyes the pain starts. You see the happiness in others and feel good for them, but there is a nagging pain, sharp and dull at the same time.
The people don't know. They can not see the hurt behind your eyes, your smile, your teasing, your laughter, your friendly nod.
My eyes still well up with a longing for the past. We live in the after and it is an unending pain, filled with sorrow, with regret, with why's.
So the jokes will still get told, the teasing will take place, the laughs will still be heard.
It is what the living do.
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