June 5th,
It has been a while since I last heard you speak.
Since I last saw your eyes.
It feels like it was so long ago.
But really, it wasn't.
Most days I can't tell how long it has been because it feels like it was forever ago since you were awake.
But it wasn't forever.
How do I know?
I have enough sanity left to know that it hasn't been that long.
But it sure as heck feels like it.
When I sit at the side of the bed every day, it seems like it some how gets even quieter than it already is.
It seems it gets even more depressing.
I am slowly going insane.
I need you back to anchor me to the ground,
Astrid.