It’s the little things…

It’s the little things that are so big. Not having someone to tell your great news to, not having someone to cook for that really loves your food, not having someone to wake up with, not having someone to fall asleep entwined with, not having someone to tell you that you snore or how funny it is that you fart in your sleep, not someone to pick up ice cream or tampons on their way home, not having someone to just drive with, listening to great music. The missing hits you at 4:30am and 10pm – it’s sneaky. It’s hard. That hole you feel changes in size as you move further away from your loss. It can continue to contract and expand depending on Lord knows what. It’s hard. Just keep breathing ❤️

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