I look through my phone everyday and it’s filled with memories. Good and bad and I just can’t help but be sad. I write with tears filling my eyes unsure of the future. I see a picture and I feel that exact memory like a hot iron imprinted on my heart. They say a picture is worth a thousand words and I can say every single word. I can remember every moment each thought slowly cutting deeper into my heart. Every time my phone rings I hope it’s you, even if it’s just a smiley face just something letting me know I’m on your mind. But it never is.

Every time I hear a car in the driveway I run to the window hoping to see you getting out of your car. I miss every moment sometimes. I guess I just took it for granted never realizing that it would be stripped away in an instant. Then being left on an island of uncertainty. Writing each message, putting it into a bottle and throwing out to the sea of pain hoping that one day to be rescued. I hope one day to see you coming to rescue me from myself.