I’ve been waiting for so long for you to come home. 8 months to be exact. I have been as patient as I can, but I’ve been falling apart ever since the day you left. I know I’m going to see you again someday, at least I hope so, but when? You were my everything, my heart and soul. I knew that, and I loved you with every fiber of my being. What I didn’t even realize, was that you were the glue that held me together. Now all I am is a pile of shattered glass. I wasn’t the only one who you were glue to though, you held together our entire family. We are all torn rag dolls and broken glass, lost without you. When are you coming back? I’ve been trying so hard to piece myself back together, but it’s the second hardest thing I’ve ever done. The first, was losing you. The door is unlocked, and I’m patiently waiting with all your favorite flowers.
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