Miss Him Much

Oh how I miss him...his face, his voice, his touch his scent. My soul is grieving...filled with longing. It hurts-thus, I know truly understand the very real meaning of heart break. My heart has crashed into a million pieces. It can be pieced back together, however, I do not know how long it will take. I weep as I write these words. I try to stay busy-attending extra meetings and doing service work-anything to speed up time. I stare at the closet where his clothes once hung. I have become shameless-texting and reaching out when I shouldn't. I have never been this weak person. I am accustomed to being strong-walking away...no contact and a clean break. Alas, I have walked into unknown territory. I long for his response though it rarely comes. Should I continue sending him my blogs? I don't know-he initially said yes.  My lead is next Monday...I am incredibly nervous about it. I want him there for support but suspect he will not come. Oh how I miss him. God please remove this or show me the gift in that which has occurred.