there are moments when i still reach for the phone to call you.. just to hear your voice. but i know that if i did, it wouldn’t be you on the other end.. and it hurts all over again. i hate that you’re not here. i hate that i can’t hug you. i hate that i can’t tell you all about my days. i always find myself wishing for one more moment with you. once more chance to tell you just how much i love you. one more laugh at all the things that only we thought were funny.. and it hurts all over again.
