When are you coming home?
You should have been home since two hours already. I'm worried. I'm waiting for you. You promised you'd come home as soon as you could.
It's midnight now. Answer me. You're still unreachable. I'm scared. What are you doing? Come home my love.
I called your workplace, they have no news since you left at 6pm. They don't know where you are.
I got a phone call. I wish I never had to answer. I wish none of this ever happened.
Why?
Why did that roadhog kill you? Why you?
My eyes are burning, and I'm hurting all over. My heart bleeds. My love, come back to me. I can't believe you're gone.
I can't stop crying. I don't think I'll ever can.
I miss you so much I'm physically ill.
I spend my days crying in my bed. Our bed. Your smell is still on the sheets. I don't ever want to leave this bed.
You mother often calls me. Every day. She makes sure I'm okay. We spend hours crying together. She misses you so much.
I didn't wash in weeks. I'm a mess. I don't have the strength to do anything without you. I remember everything we used to do together. Shower. Eat. Sleep. I stopped doing those things now.
I don't go out anymore. The world keeps going. I sometimes hear people laugh in the streets. Why are they laughing when you're dead? Don't they know? No one seems to realize. The world keeps going. But not mine. Because you were my world. You, do you understand that?
I don't even pretend to be okay anymore. I'll never be okay if you're not here.
Your mother stopped calling. I think it doesn't help her get better. But I don't want to get better. I want you to come back.
I miss your body. The way I used to rest my head on your chest, rocked by your slow breathing. Your reassuring presence. Your smile who knew too well how to make me happy. The way you used to look at me with such sweetness. Your firm hands in mine. Your sweet lips on mine. Your tongue dancing passionately with mine.
The pain is too strong. I see a therapist now. They made me. I don't want to. I don't wanna tell her about you. She wouldn't understand. She can't understand.
It's been two months since you died. I can't believe I already lived 61 days without you.
Depression. That's what the doctor said. I am depressed. Every day is a fucking battle without you. I don't want to live. My life isn't worth it without you. But I can't die. I promised you. You wanted me to keep going. It was your last wish.
I still love you, I'll never love anyone else. I don't wanna love someone else. It was you, it has always been you and it'll always be you. The therapist told me I needed to move on. See someone else.
I don't see her anymore.
She doesn't understand.
Will this feeling of emptiness ever go away? I don't think it will.
Please. Come back.
I can't live without you. I can't live like that.
