Everyday I miss him. Most nights I wake up at 2 or 3 in the morning, see he isn't there and start to cry. After eight months you would think this stopped. It hasn't. My soul hurts when I think about him and how he's never coming back. It's like I'm waiting to wake up from a bad dream and start all over again. That isn't happening. Intellectually I know it isn't happening and I wish my heart would catch on. I'm afraid to move on and have him come back. I'm afraid to stay here and never have him return. I'm afraid to move on and have him never come back. I'm just afraid of everything.
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