I miss Matt so much. It hurts, all of it, everywhere. Not constantly, but a lot. I hate it when my mornings start like this, because it makes it harder to focus on work…or at least harder not to be distracted when I don’t have any work to do. For some reason, I’ve been remembering the sound of Matt’s voice this morning, which is not a very productive thing to do. Sometimes I want to go bury myself in a hole in the ground and never come out. I won’t, but sometimes I want to. That alternative seems better than never living with Matt again. I had never been happier or more loved…..

I am sorry. That doesn’t make it any better…but I hope it makes you feel like people care. I do.
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I’m sorry too!
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