I used to think I couldn’t go a day without your smile, without telling you things and hearing your voice back. 

Then, that day arrived and it was so damn hard but the next was even harder. I knew it was going to get worse and that I wouldn’t be okay for a very long time. 

Because losing someone isn’t an occasion or an event. It doesn’t just happen once. It happens over and over again. I lose you every time I listen to the songs you sent me or whenever I discover your shirt at the bottom of my cupboard.

I lose you every time I think of kissing you, holding you or wanting you. I go to bed at night and lose you, when I wish I could call you and tell you about my day. 

However, I still manage to smile in between all the sadness when I remember how good you were to me and how you’ll always be a happy place for me. ❤