I miss him.

Every time I tell someone, “I'm good,” I cringe… because I'm not good... at least not all the time... but I cant say that. It's been 3 months... I cant say that I'm not good.

Most days I can push him away and move forward telling myself what I have to in order to get by.

On good days, I accept that and do what I have to do.

On bad days, its not that easy.

On bad days, I struggle because missing him isnt just a state of feeling... its a state of being... an ache thats so deep that I can't remove it from my insides...

I miss him.

Even after all this time...

I miss him.