The guys from our wedding venue called today.
I couldn't bring myself to tell them you were dead so I just said we moved the date.
Why does my heart still hope that you'll come back?
Why do I still wake up expecting you to be in bed next to me?
It feels like I see you everywhere now, walking past me in a shop
or just your name on a sign on the side of the road.
I know you're still here, so please, give me a sign.
17th March
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It Hurts to Miss You - PJM
FanfictionIn a world where your fiancé dies of a terrible illness, and you can't seem to let go of him, you leave him a short letter every time you visit his grave.
