I used to think I couldn’t go a day
without your smile. Without telling you, thinking about you and hearing your voice
back.
Then, that day arrived and it was
damn hard but the next was harder. And I knew with a sinking feeling it was
going worse and I wasn’t going to be okay for a very long time.
Because losing someone isn’t an
occasion or an event. It doesn’t just happen once. It happens over and over
again. I lose you every time I pick up your favourite coffee mug; whenever that
one song plays on the radio, or when I discover your old t-shirt at the bottom
of my laundry pile.
I lose you every time I think of
kissing you, holding you or wanting you. I go to bed at night and lose you,
when I wish I could tell you about my day. And in the morning, when I wake and
reach for the empty space across the sheets, I begin to lose you all over
again.
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