Another day
Another day over. Baby i spoke to you today while i was driving in my car. My heart is hurting it feels tight and broken. it was 2 months on the 10th since the worst day of my life. How am i even still here? i feel like a walking shell. i applied for a job 3 days ago and my application was rejected. i really dont know who i am any more. Baby you made me the person that i once was the most happiest, bubbliest, on top of the world young woman. She has gone too. who am i? who am i without you? i love and miss you more than i could possibly describe xxxxxxxxxxxxxx moo moo xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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Dear, dear Sophie, your love tank is full and your letters are like Scripture to Lewis\' resting soul. He can glare within your soul as surely as you can feel his soul around you. Be compelled to recreate the original parts of your shared life as you write. Keep speaking to him as you feel the desire to. Because it will be Lewis who is prompting you to express every word with no doubt that he is listening. He listens for your loving words in the spiritual dimension. As you accept his departure day by day and without getting upset or afraid, you will hear the sound of his voice more plainly. Keep writing as you feel up to it.
Zyan
Feeling your pain in this early stage of grieving. Know that he is with you each step of the way......