April 18th 2012


I was doing okay today, until now. It's 23:11. You would normally have phoned me by now or would be phoning very soon.


I miss you so, so much.


You phoned me at work today to talk about money. I had to run to the toilet as soon as I put the phone down and let the tears flow and then compose myself.


I hope you're thinking about me.


I have to admit, I don't think it's fully sunken in. A part of me still thinks I'll see you at the weekend, or next week... or sometime soon anyway. If I think about it too much, I get myself into a state, so I try not to.


I wish you were here to take away these tears. This is too hard.