I miss you.

I wish that was enough to accurately describe how I feel, but it does not even come close. I don’t just miss you; I feel so much more than a mere longing.

I miss your laugh, your lame jokes, your hugs, your voice, and your presence in my life. I miss your “hi” text in he mornings we weren’t together, the “be there soon” and the hours of time we spent together just talking and sharing our dreams and hopes. I miss you. I miss you. I miss you. I can’t say it…

This amazing guy happens to me, a man who taught me to trust again.  Who made me feel beautiful, special and worth loving and then he died!

I'm so angry. I'm alone, and it doesn't matter what job I have or what I do or what I don't do or what friends I have,  or don’t have; he's not here.

People remind me to eat, sleep, and to take care of myself, but nothing…

I feel you here.

Are you really gone?

It's raining, kind of ironic, we buried you today.

Something pulls me, it's a tugging on my heart.

It is helpful to be able to talk about the feelings that live within me everyday without feeling like I'm the only one who is experiencing this pain.  

I am at a phase in my life right now where I’m struggling with loneliness, heartache and all consuming numbness.

Every day, I feel a deep sense of disconnection from the world around me and the people I share it with.  The mere fact that I am writing this in the small hours of the morning, deafened by the ear-splitting…