Yesterday after almost 11 years I finally made it to

Visit my ex boyfriends gravesite. Never in a million years did I think that all of those emotions would come rushing back. I felt just as sad as I did the day we put him in the ground. Although I’ve moved on and have started a family of my own, I realized that my heart is still broken and a piece of me will always be missing no matter how much I try and fill that void. I read stories on here all the time but I never comment on how much I can relate. It hurts. It hurts beyond explanation. My daughter shares a birthday with him. Odd how the universe works. I feel like that was his way of saying he’s still here with me and watching over me. I will also say this, if anyone close to you shows signs that they are in a dark place, do whatever you can to help them through it. In my case, I wish I would have picked up on the signs and still to this day I can’t even think of any signs he gave that would show his darkness. Always be kind and tell the ones closest to you how much you love them. Life is not promised tomorrow.

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