With each passing day, I see myself missing you more. My body has thought through all of this time that you were still with me, growing with me.
But you haven’t been, not for a while. My stomach continues to grow and grow as if you had continued to grow. But there’s nothing there anymore.. not since April.
It’s hurts more to see a pregnant woman than it does to see a baby, especially when they’re close to what size you would be by now.
My empty nest continues to fray, and mourn. Oh the person you could’ve been… would’ve been. My heart still hurts knowing you’re not here.
I miss you.