tomorrow it will be seven days

...this shouldn't still be so hard. I miss you. From the second I wake up until the second I fall asleep, I miss you. I'm fighting back tears every moment of every day and I'm barely eating. Whether I'm drunk as a fish, tired as....a tired person or just...alive. I miss you. And yes, sometimes I sit very still, close my eyes, scrunch them up and think "I love you" very very clearly and hope that, somehow, it reaches you.