I lost my love on January 16, 2019 to an accidental overdose of Fentanyl. Everything reminds me of him and I refuse to believe he’s gone. Sometimes it feels like he’s just out running errands and I’ll see him when he gets back.
My heart literally aches and won’t stop. This is no way to live. Last year for memorial weekend we were on a boat, in the sun. I don’t know what to do with myself.