It hurts. Everything lately does. Every time I sleep to try and escape your memory, I'm flooded with visions of you. Of you here, with me, laughing, smiling, holding me. Almost as if you never left. Just to be woken with a rude and painful reminder of how gone you really are. When I'm awake, everything reminds me of you. Of what we were. Of what we had. Whether it's that stupid commercial you always quoted, if I pass your favorite restaurant, if someone happens to have your name, or even if I here that song you always played on the radio.

I can't escape you.  

It used to be that you were my get away, my way out.

My escape.

Now, I'd do anything to be able to escape this nightmare.