I read this article that apparently you only fall in love with Three people in your life time. Three people, well if that’s the case you’re my third and it dawns on me you’re my last, foremost.
I don’t want to find love again.
It’s been a year today, did you know?
I keep trying to rewind time back to when we first met. These memories have consumed me now and I’m forced to re – live each moment every day when I’m constantly reminded of your presence, every song on the radio has become our song. Each song breaks my heart all over again. And I’m made to turn the radio off. I still have your cams, I haven’t washed them and they smell like you, they hide in my closest for days where I really need you. So many tears are left.
I look to god, he has got me through each day. Faith is all I have left until I choke on the last remains of you.
I’m afraid I may never rid my self of this heartbreak.
It never ends.
Happy 12 months and what seems like a life time.
I miss you, still.