In other words, I love you.

These days...

Life just continues, goes on...at some point you stop being sad all the time. You have to, I suppose. You try hard to. It's the best to do. Happiness comes to you somehow. But there will always have these days, like today, when something, just a glimpse of anything, a memory, brings all back...brings you back...lie, you're always here, but, brings sadness back...and that feeling of 'wish you were here'...here to see how life went...our life...you would have loved it, had lots of fun, been really proud...Today...just feels again like something is missing...someone is missing...I miss you.