1. Long days, long nights.
So it’s been two weeks now, two long painful weeks. I’ve not been coping very well. I’ve been sent to a therapist to try and help me, but nothing can help me, there’s no cure.
You’re all I ever think about. The way your pea green eyes would light up a room, the way your blonde hair swept across your face. You’re impossible to forget, I don’t want to forget.
Everyone’s been asking me how I feel, I smile, pretending it’ll be okay, but it won’t. My therapist, Bridie, gave me this diary, where I can write down my innermost thoughts and feelings. I’m not sure how I feel about giving it to her, after all, all my thoughts are about you, I don’t think she’ll quite understand how much you meant to me.
I’m going to tell you how it’s been without you here with me. How I feel all day everyday will be written down in here. Starting from day one, aka, the day you left this world.