We always thought I was the strong one, but you were the glue that held me together, the reason for me to really live. Life looks and feels so different without you to share it with. I try to go on, knowing you would want me to, would expect me to. Tears are spilling over as I write this. This hurts so much.
Life hurts so much.
I hurt so much. You would love our little house. It's just as we imagined. I've put off unpacking some of our things, and hanging pictures on the walls, and especially settling into the bedroom. If I finish unpacking, hanging, and settling, it'll mean it's now MY place, not OUR place, and I need to put that off as long as I can.