Your clothes remain in the wardrobe and in your drawers.  I keep thinking I should do something with them but I just can't bear to.  Some stupid part of me keeps thinking what if you come back.  Stupid I know.  I must be out of my mind.  But I don't want to let go.  I can't.  It hurts too much.

Found out why you died finally.  And a reason still doesnt make it any less painful, or make any sense of losing you.  My heart beats, but it is broken.  And will stay that way forever. xx