Sometimes, it's all too much to handle...most days are a battle with my own thoughts, I don't want to think about it anymore but I have no choice.
I really can't believe it's been 3 years since that awful day...when I woke up and you were no longer here.
I wish you were here.
I know I should be further along in dealing with this than I am...sometimes I feel ill, everything just hurts, nothing is the same nor will it ever be again.
People don't understand, it's like they think I should just move forward, put it behind me, let it go.
I can't do that.
I miss you, your friendship kept me on my toes always, you kept me grounded, you made my life real.
Seeing myself through your eyes wasn't always pleasant but it was honest, I treasured that, I still do.
I really hope the day will come that we will meet again, I have so much to say to you, things I should have said to you while you were here. I really hope that day will come.