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Another day missing you

I hate this. I hate that you're hurting. I hate that you think everything is my fault. I hate that I can't make it better. I hate that you don't want me. I hate that I was not strong enough to keep you. I hate that I can't kiss you. I hate that I can't wake up next to you. I hate that I can't feel your lips pressed against mine. I hate that we are no longer one. But even through this I'm still in love with you. I love you. I need you. I want you. Please come back.

#divorce #i miss you #come back

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Sigh.

I can relate to this

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Love you till my dying breathe

Today is a day where I truly miss my wife. I miss her presence. I miss waking up next to her. I miss being able to hold her close and her snuggle into my chest. I miss the feel of her lips against mine. I miss our family hugs. I just miss her touch.

Lonely

I was so used to having you near me. Now you're gone. It's like you're a ghost. I see the image of you everywhere. I miss you. I love you.

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When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.

Henri J.M. Nouwen, The Road to Daybreak: A Spiritual Journey (via hplyrikz)

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