Quiet times

I sit alone. Thinking about everything we went through. Thinking about all the struggles we overcame. No one knows the story of us. No one will ever understand.

It’s crazy to have someone taken from your life with all these memories left behind. Some days I question if this is real. I can’t believe that you are gone and never coming back. Gone without me and I am left to maneuver through life with a constant void in my heart.

During the quiet times I miss you most, because I can’t quiet the memories that run through my mind.

Everyone is born to die. No one is prepared to lose someone. Ever. I could never prepare for how this feels. I don’t want anyone to feel like this when I am gone.

I wish I could watch you laugh and smile one more time. It hurts the most when life is quiet 💔