It's been six years now and the pain I feel is still as strong as the night I found out you'd left us. There are days when I hurt so much it is hard to breathe. I still have to go to work though, and be around people so I smile and act like everything is ok.
I find it difficult still to even talk about you. When I do, I have to fight back the tears because I don't want people to think I'm that person. The one who can't deal with things or control her emotions.
Lately I have been waking up in the middle of the night and I can't go back to sleep. I lay in bed and I think about you and how much you have missed. And how much you are missed.
They told me that time would make me feel better. They lied.