Week 3

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Ok, really it's been about a week and a half since I last wrote but whose really counting? Hell. Baby I miss you so fucking much. Anthony wants me to go to therapy but I don't need it. I miss you, I know what's wrong with me. Therapy is for people who don't know what's wrong with them. I want my fucking baby back. That's all. You want me to move on I know. But it is hard. I don't want to move on. What am I supposed to do ? I can't just forget you I mean what the hell does he expect from me ? He doesn't know a thing about loss I hate that I can't be with you. I hate that you're gone. I'm not okay baby I don't know what to do. Some nights I find myself staring at the ceiling, sleepless. I can't sleep when you're gone. I just stare at the ceiling or the wall or something. Other nights I find myself crying until I can't breathe. Jesus baby I just want you back. I just want to have you again. I want to hold you again. I want to dance with you. I want to kiss you baby it wasn't your time and he took you from me. No punishment is harsh enough for what he has done. Baby I love you forever. And what am I supposed to do now? Alex I can't handle it. What am I supposed to do when the best part of me was always you? Baby I don't know how to handle any of this I can't fucking breathe because you're not here. How am I supposed to move on when you were the most beautiful thing I have ever been able to hold. You are the most beautiful thing I've ever been obsessed with. Don't think I can move on baby I can't. You are the only one I will ever love and don't try and make me change my mind. You're all I want. I will never love another. Ever. Baby you're it for me. I love you baby I have to go.

                          Love forever,
                             Blake.

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