I am finding it difficult to form coherent sentences without words like "tears" and "misery" and "love" punctuating it. Dangerous, yes. Still the heartache. The stillness of it. The way it rears it head so unobtrusively. Tugging ever so constantly. So many things I wish I could have done differently. I probably didn't tell you I loved you enough. I should have.
And I wonder if I should post this. We are supposed to not look back and construct what-ifs. I just hope I can find a semblance of peace someday. I miss you. I don't deserve it to say it though.