I used to think I couldn't go a day without your smile, without telling you things and hearing your voice back,
Then the day arrived and it was so **** hard but the next day was harder. And I knew with a sinking feeling I was going to get worse and I wasn't going to be okay for a very long time.
Because loosing someone isn't an event. It doesn't just happen once. It happens over and again.
I loose you every time.
I pick up your favourite coffee mug, or whenever that one song plays in the radio or whenever find your t-shirt at the bottom of my laundry pile.
I start loosing you. </3