It's been almost four
months.
Since you were last
here.
Since you made the choice to drink and drive.
My world crashed down.
It fell apart.
It would have been 4 years yesterday since we started our
story.
But it ended on July 18th, 2012.
I vowed that I'd never love another.
That no one would be the same as you.
But I've learned. It is possible to live on.
It's possible to not hurt so bad.
Because I know you're always here.
And he's just like you.
i never thought it was possible.
But he says the same things you did.
He makes me laugh as hard as you did.
And it is possible.
I'll always love you.
But I think I might actually be okay.
