Two years I've been away. Two years I've not had to write of my pain because he made me happy. Two years this has sat idle while I've been both mentally and physically well.
But then he left me. Left me here alone to stand at his grave and miss him. I can't describe the level of pain it is. I can't describe the level of love there was. I can't describe how much I'll miss him. I can't describe how happy we were together. And I can't describe how I'll possibly go on without him, because I can't fathom it going on.