It’s been more than six months and I still can’t listen to our songs without breaking down. I keep making mental notes of things to tell you, stories to share, only to remember I have no one to tell them to anymore. My entire adult life has been spent with the comfort of knowing that you were somewhere in this world, and that if I wanted to, I could come home to you and steal some time with you again. That you would always be there, happy to see me, always ready to assure me of your enduring love.
I don’t know how to deal with the thought of a world without even the hope of you. I’m starting to think that’s something I will never learn.
Even from the shadows of death, you still shine the brightest light in my life.