There's a heart breaking form of nostalgia setting in. The 7 month mark of your passing hit me hard, and each day since it's felt like a ton of bricks have been placed on my chest. You're really not coming back...
I guess this is far from the first time I've sat here trying to get that through my head, but it's a little different now because I no longer have to try to make myself believe it. The little glimmer of disbelief and shock that stuck with me is now gone, but I still believe in you Bosty. Actually, I think you're the only thing I believe in. I believe in the love your presence made me feel. I believe in the joy you brought. I believe in the light that shined in everyone's eyes that ever met you. I believe you are the best thing that ever graced our families life. I believe you are the most beautiful, yet terribly tragic lesson I've ever learned. You changed me forever, and in ways that means you get to live on forever, just not how I would have ever thought.
I don't know how I'll wake up feeling 1 year from now or 20, but my heart beats different now and always will. Half of the reason being because it's broken, and half of the reason being because it's beating for you.
You're special, my fat little love... It might hurt like hell having to do it for you, but best believe I'll take that pain making sure you're remembered.
I love you. Forever and every day after that...
It's been a long day without you my friend,
and I'll tell you all about it when I see you again..
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