Dear Jay,
It's been one month, two weeks and 3 days since you ripped my world apart, but a lifetime of hell has passed through each second that has gone by.
I still don't understand. I still live in denial. I still live in hope.
Every time my phone rings, every time my message beeps, every time I hear the doorbell ring, my heart skips a beat. Hoping and praying that you have found a way back into my life. That our love has prevailed against the abuse heaped on to me by your family. The abuse that you heaped on to the woman you had promised to spend a lifetime keeping happy.
Please come home to me. I prefer not waking up in the morning when faced with the devastation of not having you by my side.
Please come home....
xx
It's been one month, two weeks and 3 days since you ripped my world apart, but a lifetime of hell has passed through each second that has gone by.
I still don't understand. I still live in denial. I still live in hope.
Every time my phone rings, every time my message beeps, every time I hear the doorbell ring, my heart skips a beat. Hoping and praying that you have found a way back into my life. That our love has prevailed against the abuse heaped on to me by your family. The abuse that you heaped on to the woman you had promised to spend a lifetime keeping happy.
Please come home to me. I prefer not waking up in the morning when faced with the devastation of not having you by my side.
Please come home....
xx
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