Ten more days, ten more days and it will be three months. Three months without you, without your presents without your laugh, without you just you and your amazing smile.Three months since you took your last breath. Every day it gets harder and harder. Waking up every morning and facing the world gets harder and harder every day. Trying to face life's problems alone, trying to sleep at night knowing that you are not in the room next to me watching Netflix or laughing at something stupid. Every night I still look up at the sky and ask why? Why did you have to take her so soon? Why did you have to take your last breath? Why did you leave me? Why did you leave Bradley or mom and dad? Why did you leave me with life's problems in my hands? Why can't you be sitting right next to me? All these questions, all this anger, all the things I still wonder, all the things that I will never get an answer for. All the things that still run through my mind on daily bases. All the things that will never ever be answered. I wonder every day could I have done something different, could I had said something different that morning. If we had done one thing different that day would you still be here? would you still be by my side? Would I be writing these things that you will never see? Would you be taking a step onto the cheer mat? Would you be singing abnoctualisly in the car? Life gets harder and harder day after day.
