I'm so weak right now.
If he called I would go running.
I hate myself for it.
It hurts so much, the pain is incredible. Everything reminds me of him. I feel like I have no stories that aren't about him, or involve him in some way.
I just want to feel his arms around me, the warm protective embrace he had. Even if we had argued I always felt so safe there. My safe place, my haven.
Every day I walk out of the office I see work vehicles that remind me of him. I go to a football game, it's his team. I try to have fun but my mind returns to him. I scan the crowd, hoping to glimpse a sight of him, not knowing if he is actually there or not.
I dream of a reunion, of everything changing and that we have this fairytale ending.
It won't. We won't.
I need this feeling to pass soon.
It's killing me.
I feel so hopeless.
This brave face can't last much longer.