I saw someone say, the day I found out you died, my heart broke so much I thought it would stop, and I think that perfectly describes it, because I miss you, and missing you feels like my heart is gonna stop to finally reunite with yours, because missing you and feeling like my heart will stop makes me feel closer to the reality that yours stopped and mine didn’t. It hurts, if hurts uncontrollably and I genuinely don’t know how I am supposed to do this for the rest of my life, but that is my why. I love you, and I miss you, every single day.