One year

I’m dreaming of the traces that he left behind. Sight, sound, smell. It feels new. And painful all over again.

Has it been one year already? How quickly time passes- but deep inside, the heart that was within me ceases to heal, continuing to bleed and putrefy with each passing day. Some days I laugh with complete abandon, like a child, and other days, I cannot wait to plunge a knife into my heart to still that terrible pain, that horrible loss inside.

How I miss you, Daddy. How I miss the one person who truly loved me for me.