It's almost been a month. It'll be five weeks tomorrow, and a month in three days. It doesn't get easier. It never will, I'm afraid. When you meet someone, and you fall in love with them-- You have this special connection. It doesn't matter if that's the one you're going to spend the rest of your life with, or if they are just your first love. You will have this bond, you will have this connection, and it cannot be replaced. I went through hell with Justin. He seen me at my best and worst, in the amount of ten months that I knew him. I could talk to him, and tell him everything. He was my best friend. He was my first love, my boyfriend at one point, the man who made me more into a woman-- Never take one day for granted. Never think that you have forever, or a long amount of time with the ones you love. Don't even think you will wake up the next day, because you never know. You never know when your best friend can be taken from you in an instant of five seconds. He hit a car head on, and there was absolutely nothing I can do about it. But I miss him. I miss him, and I don't feel the same. I've dreamt about him constantly, and I think about him constantly. He's my guardian angel, and when I think of him, I feel like I'm with him. I have that feeling I had when he held me, or he kissed me. And I feel at home again. ❤️