you're coming home tonight. you know what I mean. just when my heart started to feel a tiny bit healed, it now feels like it just got thrown on to the ground and shattered into a million more little pieces. This is not right. It's not fair. I miss you SO much and it seems like everything I look at reminds me of you. I miss your voice. I just don't feel like this is real. Pause....rewind, October 16th....your alarm goes off for work, you hear it, you wake up, you stretch, look in the mirror, get ready for work, catch the bus....you text me, "Hey mum" and all is well.
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