Dear Max…

Dear Max, Another day without you. Without waking up to your face. Without feeling your incredible hugs. Without a kiss or an I Love You. It’s supposed to be getting easier. Yet, it isn’t. Time isn’t healing this wound. I know it’s only been a couple weeks. However, each day hurts a little more, ...

I decided far earlier today I’d make a chapter. Just for my thoughts and comments to M. Nothing more. Nothing less. No contact is killing me. Literally, so here we go… Dear Max, Two weeks. Two weeks ago I thought we were happy. I thought we’d make it work. We’d be the success of statistics.…