Being taken away from you is the worst pain.
No break up, person, or situation can compare to the loss of you.
I think about you all of the time.
I miss you each day.
I wish you were here.
The sound of your voice fades into silence as the days go by.
Your scent grows more faint as I do not smell you much it is impossible since you have gone away.
I miss what it feels like to be in your arms.
All I have are dreams of you which feels like they last a few minutes.
The worst part is when I dream of you and wake up because I know you won't be there.
Friday it will be 3 years since you have been gone and it feels like yesterday that everything happened.
I am not use to this and I never will be.
People tell me over time it will get better and heal, but it does not feel that way.
Tonight I dreamt my Tata and I saw him in my dream.
I didn't get to greet him like I normally do.
In the dream we were going to church and I was finishing up in the parking lot with my brother I was doing my make up, locking the doors, and using the restroom before church.
As we were about to walk in the church where my Tata was so I can finally see him and greet him, the alarm goes off and I immediately start crying.
I got ripped away sooner than I expected and I was frustrated, devastated, angry, sad.
Days like these I just want to isolate and be alone.