Friday, March 26, 2010
When you lose someone you think that everyday it will get a little easier, that there will be a turn around where the good days out weigh the bad again. You assume that the worst is over that they can only be taken from you once. So far that hasn’t been the case… I lose you again every morning when I wake up, when I turn over and still half asleep expect you to be on the other side of my bed. I lose you every time something good happens and I automatically pick up the phone because I would have shared it with you. Each time the pain cuts through me again just like the day I lost you and I curse you for ever coming back if you couldn’t stay, I curse myself for ever letting you in.