I find myself, at the end of the day, looking back to see if I cried, how much I cried. There hasn’t been a day where tears haven’t flooded my eyes and yet, sometimes, I can’t remember if that’s true. I often can’t remember what happened thirty seconds ago.
I am not ready for there to be a day when I don’t cry. I am not ready for my eyes to be dry when my heart is overflowing.
I love you Ben. I miss you.