Still
Still miss her, still alone, her body is still missing, and I am still alive. Its been nearly four years, and the difference is I am now hopeful. I dont think my life is doomed, maybe there is still a chance for me to find some measure of happiness in some form. Hope next year my journal title will not be still hopeful.
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I get it. I really get it. I sometimes find myself thinking that I'm happy and life is good and then I remember. I'm not as happy as I could be. It's not as good as it should be. She's not here.