Six years
I miss you.
Words can’t even begin to describe how much that is true.
It’s been six years.
Six years without your voice, your smell, your smile, your laugh, but most of all your shoulder to lean on.
Six years. It feels like so much more than that.
You never had the chance to meet the friends who got me through those years.
You never had the chance to meet my first boyfriend or any there-after
You never had the chance to watch as I got ready for Homecoming or Senior Prom or to worry when I wasn’t home by my curfew.
You never had the chance to watch me wear my cap and gown and walk across the stage as I shook hands with the principle and grabbed my diploma.
I wish so much that you had been in the audience that day.
You won’t be in the audience when I do the same for college.
You won’t be able to meet my future husband or to watch me walk down the aisle.
You won’t be there when I have children.
I won’t ever see you again. Nothing can change that.
There will always be a void feeling in my life. That something is missing.
And of course, there is.
It is just part of life. I have coped and moved on.
But I will always miss you. More than words can describe.
