I wasn't done in 2023

I wasn’t done loving you.

I wasn’t done making memories with you.

I wasn’t done holding you. Kissing you. Laughing with you.

I wasn’t done. I wasn’t fucking done.

There’s so much longer to live without you and it hurts so much.

It’s just not real. Babes, please, this can’t be real. I can’t accept it. I can’t.

How did we just … how did we just go to bed together one night and … why was I the only one who woke up? How? Why?

It was just a regular fucking Sunday night .. I wasn’t done, Babes, you should be here with me, this is our life … this can’t be real.

You weren’t done living, Babes. You weren’t done. Why did you leave me?

Everything was the last time and I didn’t know, we didn’t know. We didn’t know it was the last truck ride, the last coffee, the last kiss, the last snuggle.

Isn’t it supposed to be easier by now? 4 weeks tomorrow night. Will I always hate Sunday nights now? I hate every night. I hate every day.

I wasn’t done loving you …