Today is one month without you, without your smile, your jokes, your voice.. but not a day goes by that I don't think of you, miss you, and wish you were here. I keep hoping that this is just a bad dream from which I can wake up. I would give anything to see you again. If I only knew that Sunday would be the last time I saw you, I would have hugged you tighter, I would have stayed by your side longer, I would have spent an extra minute or two to tell you how much you meant to me, instead of assuming you already knew it. Life is not the same without you, but I can assure you something: you will always be loved, never forgotten, and forever missed :(
