It was a year and five months ago yesterday, Melanie left my part of the world in the most tragic way causing a media circus in the minifig world because of her legacy of her great grand family settling in the southern brick england.

Melanie dumped me almost 3 years ago. This is why her suicide feels so long, because it was just over 1 year and 5 months when she dumped me (Feb 14th, 2020 in an email.)

Melanie’s loss feels more like 4 years of grief.

Melanie is no longer in me. I can’t let her go but her voice is not inside me, I cannot hear her, and I don’t know how to grieve a loss of a soul I chose to not burry for the optics of family.

I miss Melanie dearly. Every. Freckin. Day