It has been 3 years since you left and the hole you left has been partially filled.

Not by anyone but by pieces of cotton and bandages to keep me from falling apart.

These cotton and bandages made from our memories together and your words of well wishes for me and my life are the only thing binding, comforting and loving.

I read our text messages, I think of our little moments and I remember your love. Such love so big, so warm, almost the biggest part of my early childhood years.

On days I don't feel myself, I think of you. On days I cannot love myself and find the strength to move, I remember how you loved me. How it made me feel like the most amazing person in the world.

Your words are my driving force to be better. Enough to not fall apart, to not doubt myself and to move day by day when things get tough.

Three years is a long time and I have ceased thinking about you everyday, just moments here and there. It still feels the heaviest, most gut-wrenching, head aching crying session but...

Grieving for you has not been a burden I despise but my honor to remember you for as much as you have loved me.
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