I'm missing him more and more. Everything reminds me of him. Fast food. TV shows... His shoes are still under the table. His coat hanging up, and clothes mixed in with mine. At first, all this helped me feel as though he was still around. Now, it makes me sad to see because I can't pretend he'll walk in the door anytime soon. I want to tell him to come home to me. I want to beg him to return... to selfishly drag him back. I know I can't though. This very important decision has to be made by him, and come from a lot of mature and serious thinking.

I just miss his stupid face. I want to hold him and be held by him. i want to watch him play video games and lay in his lap. I just love him so dern much. Why does it have to be so hard?