I miss you so much. I just can not get my head around the fact that I will never see you again. Never hold your hand as we go outside. Never cuddle you in the morning. Never bring you croissants in bed.
I need your guidance so much in my life. The grief counselor said that I need to learn to find the person I am again, having been part of a couple for so long. But I know who I was before we met and I prefer the Me I was when I was with you. You never gave me feeling that I should know better than to say impulsive things or spend money on silly stuff. You helped me to believe I am not stupid and incapable but just not always to stop myself from doing things. You understood that what I needed was not someone that stopped me doing things but rather someone who helped me channel my weird quirks in the right direction.
You never judged and you stopped me from judging myself.
Look at me know. I am back to where I was when you found me. Can’t handle money. Can’t motivate myself. Feeling inadequate about it. Unwilling to accept responsibility. Too proud to admit I need my meds.
With you, I was an adult. Now I feel like a silly, incompetent child again.
I have so many plans for the future but I am so incredibly scared that it turns out I can’t do it without your support and encouragement.
The person I turn to when I feel lost. The person who gives me hope when I am confused. The person who gives me all the advice I could ever ask for. The person I need when I feel utterly desperate. That’s the person I need right now.
That person is you.
And you are dead.
The Me I was before we met had wild plans and hopes but gave up or lost interest at the first hurdle.
The Me I was with you only needed some encouraging words from you. A look that told me you believed in me, that I was able to do it.
I tried to remain that person after you died but I feel I am slowly regressing back to the person I was before. I don’t want to be that person. I need someone around me to keep me motivated to even get out of bed. Or to apply for that job. Or get the info about the student loan.
It is bizarre that your death has created a situation where I need you more than ever.
I miss you. I need you.
Why are you dead…