It’s been six months since you left, and I’m still a mess. Every memory we’ve ever made still flashes through my head at any given moment of the day. There are so many times when I’ve excitedly picked up my phone to tell you something about my day, but then I remember that I can’t do that anymore. What I wouldn’t give to see your number appear on my phone and have you tell me that you’re coming home. I can’t take this pain anymore.