Have I told you lately that I love you.
I have been trying to get you out my head and my heart but the more I try the more you seem to be there, the more you visit my dreams, the more I try, the more you won’t get out my thoughts.
I’m guessing you are meant to be there, maybe just to torture me.
But when you visit me in my dreams, the world crashes around me when I wake and life is harder with every waking moment.
A few months ago, dreams were pointless because I was living the dream, you were my dream, come true.
No dream could compare to what we had, but now I only get to see you there and it’s pure heaven.
I long to sleep so I can see your face, feel your hand in mine.
When I awake, life becomes a living nightmare because it’s not your face I see, or your bed hair or those sleepy eyes, it’s not you I make coffee for, and kiss good morning.
I’m living a nightmare everyday.
So here I am, hoping you will read this so I can let know how much I miss you, how much I love you.
That your still my everything and the love of my life.
I love you Ross (I’m sorry)