Eleven weeks and 50 minutes ago, I had my last contact with you via text message on Tuesday, January 12, 2016 at 8:29 pm.
Eleven weeks, two days, one hour, and twenty-eight minutes ago, I had my last phone conversation with you on Sunday, January 10, 2016 at 8:11 pm.
It was the last time I heard your voice.
It was the last time you told me you loved me.
It was the last time I told you I loved you.
Eleven weeks seems like forever and it feels like that most days. Other days, I feel like hardly any time has passed and that eleven weeks really isn't that long.
Eleven weeks and roughly two hours ago, you took your last breath and my world became smaller and darker.
Ten weeks ago, life was okay.
I miss you constantly.
This seems fitting:
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