Hurts. Hearts. Holidays.
“I am constantly aware of your absence.” Holidays are tough. I was up at my normal time today and I told myself to just enjoy some me time, but it’s hard because every room I walk into I see something that reminds me of them. It’s odd on the days they are here; I don’t notice the seven match box cars lined up in the living room window. The empty gatorade bottle in the living room, well, don’t get me wrong I notice that no matter what. The nerf gun bullets scattered about in r
