20 days
Going to work every day. Make it through the day. Get home and cry for hours on end. rinse, repeat.
maybe tomorrow will be different.
Messages from him everywhere I look. But can't find him anywhere I look.
My stupid thoughts on the universe and how it works mean nothing anymore. I know nothing. No one knows anything.
Week 1 - a fog. shock
Week 2 - sheer and total pain
Week 3 - more tears than I thought a body could hold
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