The mornings are the hardest for me. Every morning before I get out of bed, I open my eyes and wonder if it was all just a bad dream, and then I slowly begin recalling what happened.
Every morning is a reaffirmation that you are no longer here, and it catches me by surprise every time.
In my dreams I can hear your voice again. You look like your handsome self before your illness, you smile, you laugh at your own silly jokes, and you tell me that you love me. That's the reality that I want to exist in, that's where I want to be.