3 months since I heard your voice..since you took your last breath…3 months since my life changed forever.
It’s been two months since we talked. Two months…
How did I survive these last couple months without you? Am I surviving? I’m breathing..but my heart is gone. It’s always been yours and I’m afraid it always will be. You’re in my dreams all the time. Sometimes they’re not so good, involving unresolved issues. Most of the time they’re pleasant, with your kisses and hugs. I remember the way your arms felt as I stroked them as you put your hand in my lap. I remember your scent. I hold our blanket, “wolfy,” as I sleep at night pretending it is our cuddles. That’s why you held on to wolfy, because it was me when I wasn’t around.
I avoid listening to your countless voicemails you left me, but today I caved. I just had to hear your voice. I just had to hear you tell me you love me. Where did you go, my love? I desperately want to find you again.
I have finally met my fate