I’m missing you. I didn’t forget you or us. I’m missing us. I’m grieving.

But you have to know that I don’t hate you. You’re in me, in a silver precious box. You’re here.

I cry a little everyday. We’re gone. But it’s for the best. You’ll be great. I’ll be fine.

I still remember everything and miss it like crazy and I want to run to you. But then I stop and remember…

I hope you read and feel this.

I’m not hating you, I’m missing you.


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      1. I tell myself that someday I will be able to miss him and not cry or be sorry about things or myself. It keeps me going and hopeful about the future. Change is always happening if we allow it; we can be and do better as days pass by. (:

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