So, it’s been two years now that James passed away. Honestly, I didn’t feel sad throughout the day. I was just numb. Now I feel it, which is why I’m writing this.
I had a dream about him about a week ago. It was nice. It felt real. It just reminded me of the happy memories.
I do miss him, but I don’t want to be sad anymore. I want to feel like he’s at peace, so I can feel the same. I just don’t think he is. How could he be? Someone murdered him & they were never caught. I would be furious. How can you take another human being’s life? I just don’t understand.
I haven’t talked to his family in awhile. I distanced myself from them when I started dating my boyfriend. I don’t know if they approve, so I didn’t feel right taking to them anymore. I do miss them also.
I’ll forever be grateful that I know what love is, because of him. I just wish I could say that to him.