There are stupid things, little things, that keep popping up and reminding me of you. A fleeting glimpse of something so insignificant, so trivial, that it shouldn't even matter and yet it brings me back to those weeks of pain and love and loss.
I was flipping through netflix instant view options for some background noise while I study and the miniseries "Tin Man" popped up. We watched it together while you were still lucid, while you were still really you.
Is it always going to be this way? I wait around for something to trigger me and knock me back to the ground. A song is like a sucker-punch and I'm desperate for the hit. I miss you. I'm sure I'll always miss you.
Yeah, it really is going to be this way. You WILL always miss him. It bites, and I'm sorry. :-( These fleeting moments are just that, though, and they occur less and less (never disappear, of course) over time. Love you and wish I could make it better for you.
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