Oh, Mike...I miss you so much. It's been almost 6 months (2 days shy) and I just miss you so very, very much.

You made life fun. You had a way of taking life's most mundane things and making it fun. Grocery shopping, running errands, cleaning the house, long drives...all of it...you made it fun. Even worse now, things that should be fun have become chores. Weekends away, outings, going out, staying in and relaxing...all of that...it's just not the same without you. I have no real way of explaining it other than those things have become work to me. Things I feel I should do, need to do, but a majority of the time I think about how different it would be if Mike were here. How much more fun it would be.

And my fuse has gone from a mile long to an inch. I HATE that about me. Take my last post here as an example. So little can send me over the edge. People mean well, they want to help, make a mistake or are even just doing their job...whatever it is...and it just upsets me so much. And me, of all people, freak out. I hate that about me. Ironically enough, I somehow think you would enjoy it. LOL

I want to be happy again. I think you would want me to be happy again. Honestly, I just have no idea how to even do that. Where to start. I miss having someone to talk to, spend down time with, someone that gets me and loves me just the same. I miss you so much. Sometimes I wish you could send me a sign so obvious, some type of miracle I guess, to tell me if I'm on the right path. I love you.