I miss my husband.
I honestly didn't realize just how much I miss him until this last week.
The stark realization that has hit me. The denial is slowly backing away. And I can see that my husband, the man I fell in love with, the man I married, is not here anymore. He's somewhere underneath because every now and again I catch a glimpse.
It's in those glimpses that I have hope. And that I realize just how good we had it. And just how much I miss him.
I miss my husband.
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