I'm not going to lie,
It doesn't get easier.
I hate waking up every morning, looking at my phone and not seeing any good morning texts from him. I hate going to school and seeing an empty seat in every class where he used to sit. I hate walking past his house, looking up at his bedroom window and seeing the light turned off, no sign of life in that room at all.. I hate not hearing his voice, his laugh, the sound of his guitar. I hate not being in his arms when I need someone to comfort me. I hate walking past his grave, always seeing flowers there, wondering why God had to take him from me when he had such a great life ahead of him.. I hate cancer. I've been trying to stay strong, but it's just so hard.