37 days ago.
I lost you, unexpectedly. I thought I was mentally prepared, but I wasn’t. 37 days later and nothing is the same. I erased our street from my mind, refusing to cut through it as a shortcut. I think of you in almost everything I do, every drive to and from work. My sleeping isn’t the same, I’m wearing myself out.
But I’m trying. I’m trying to go through everyday as normal, but its hard, your stories were the stories I would tell. I don’t know what to do.
You will always and forever be my protector.