Oh man, the pain is bad. It is always underneath, and when I am not busy it knocks me down. I miss him. I miss all of his good sides, his generosity, his smell, his hair, how he made me breakfast, all the small and big things that were good about us and were the reasons for me to be with him. I am so sad.
When we first got to know each other, we talked a lot. I miss talking to him. When I graduated from university the faculty messed up the invitations and I missed the celebration, so he surprised me with a little private grad party in the park. He wanted us to work and so did I.
I needed to express this somewhere, hope you peeps aren't feed up with my complaining or anything
love