its been two whole years. some days it feels like 10 but most of the time it feels like yesterday.
i still miss you all the time. that habit i had of calling you everyday while i drove home from work? i still wish i could do that. so much that i haven't actually deleted your number from my phone. everyday something happens that i want to tell you about but, unfortunately, there's not an app for that.
and sundays? sundays are still hard. if by chance i need to leave the house really early on a sunday, like last sunday, i go into auto-pilot. last week i almost got off the expressway at the exit for your place. i want nothing more than one more sunday. we'll hang out, watch meerkat manor, you'll tell me about something scandalous you did or were plotting to do, you'll point to shawn's picture and ask how your "easy rider" is doing, we'll giggle a ton and maybe take a nap, holding hands. doesn't that sound fantastic?
love you and miss you bunches,