It's been five months. Five months of sympathetic looks, five months of tiptoeing around the subject, when all I really want to do is talk. Five months alone. Five months heartbroken. Five months without you.
Honestly, Ty, it feels more like fifty years.
It's Christmas, now. Your very favorite season. It's just not the same without you. The Christmas season just doesn't seem magical anymore. It's hard without you. I don't deny it.
I don't even know what else to say except that I miss you. A lot. And I wish you were here with me, and our baby. I love you.
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