... she’s gone. I found her body. I sat with her for hours until the coroner took her away. I have her ashes.
But I’ve still spent the last 5 years waiting for her to come home so we can pick up where we left off.
This feeling that I’m gonna see her any day now fucking hurts. And it’s stopping me from having any kind of a life. But I don’t know how to make it stop.
But I’ve still spent the last 5 years waiting for her to come home so we can pick up where we left off.
This feeling that I’m gonna see her any day now fucking hurts. And it’s stopping me from having any kind of a life. But I don’t know how to make it stop.
I am so sorry
