I do still miss seeing your face. I miss re-reading our text conversations. I miss being connected in every way imaginable. Today I “remembered” how badly I ached for you. I remembered how hard I cried for you and how both softly and loudly I begged God for you. It seems he wasn’t willing to budge and he hasn’t changed his mind because you’re still just a memory.
It’s the first day you weren’t a feeling… Today I noticed you’re becoming a memory and as much as I want to hold on and stop the process, it’s very much out of my hands. I’ve learned to stop reaching back for what has let go.