Three years. 1095 days. A lifetime. A lifetime without you.
We were that cliche high school sweetheart relationship. The inseparable two.
Yet, no one realises how fast things can be taken. How quickly something so unbelievably amazing, can turn into a wave of memories, a longing for what once was.
Grief is a wave, it hits us, drowns us. But once the wave has past we are left gasping for air, only with the memory lingering.
The memory of you.
Three years have past. The love of my life is gone and in his place I have our son. Our 2-year-old baby boy; Ben. My constant reminder of the past. But also my beacon of hope, love and joy.
Like the leaves on the trees during fall, your time has been, and gone...