I found one of your shirts today. It still smelled of you, Old Spice and turkish tobacco. I held it against my face and closed my eyes. I saw you.
This is a space that makes me feel like I’m with you. That I’m talking to you, that you’re next to me.
Overwhelming emotions, warm salty tears roll down my cheeks. All I have is this screen, and my type-written words. Memories of your voice. As soon as I feel like I’ll be ok, I’m not. I miss you so much.
I love you. I always will.
I love you.