Day 24

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As I lay in our bed again I think of the video I saw yesterday.

You looked so perfect but yet so fragile. You were full of tears but yet you spoke with a smile. Every word you said you never stuttered, it poured out of your heart like you had been longing to say it.

Lou, if you loved me so much why did you let me go?

Every single day now is the same if I'm not at therapy or in the hospital. But Thanksgiving is coming up, which means I have to go home for the weekend. But that also means loads of food, which I haven't eaten in so long.

See that's the thing. I haven't eaten food in forever, but I haven't missed it. I haven't had cravings for food. I've barely even noticed.

But when it comes to losing you, Lou that's the only thing I can think about. I want you back so bad. It's hard for me not to notice.

I wonder what my mother and all my relatives will say to me. I hope it's over quick so I can get back to alone time thinking about you.

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