My heart hurts more everyday. Time does not heal all wounds. But rips the flesh to the depth of a casam. I miss the good morning tx the light hearted banter. Having someone truly caring . But it is atlast a fragile reality.  I have to be without you and you without me . I wonder did it mean to you what it ment to me . The answer
I know but prefer to pretend that you miss me too and this is not the end .