I'm laying on his side of the bed. Pillows all around me. Trying to find his scent. Trying to feel comfortable. It's bit the same. This pillow where my head is laying doesn't feel like his chest. This pillow behind me isn't laying over top of me. It doesn't have a heart beat. I miss my Chris and I have no idea how I'm going to get thru a whole week like this.
Everyone keeps saying it's just a week
Yes.I know.
But It's a week that I have to sleep alone and worry about him. Yes He's in jail. He's safe. But I selfishly need him here with me.
Wednesday, April 2, 2014
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