Nights are supposed to be the hardest during a break up. But now the nights are bleeding into the days and I find myself sitting in Starbucks writing a letter to you that you will never read. I miss you more and more everyday. I keep getting the sensation that you’re still here but you’re nowhere to be found. I tried putting the pictures away but that seems worse. I need to be able to see you in some way, even if they’re only moments frozen in time. I wish I could call and talk about the day with you. I wonder if we’ll ever have that again. I miss you so much it hurts. I hurt so much that I’m numb. Time heals all pain? How much time before it’s too late?