It's been a week. I was sad to see you go, sad to see you remove me from your social media feed, sad to delete the apps I would use to look at our life together. But you are out and about. Even if you aren't ok, you won't say that. You won't tell anyone how you are feeling and you certainly won't text me. I'm not spiraling right now, it a little lonely and missing you. But I know you don't want to talk to me, or will try to not think of it.

I hope you are doing well and your life is getting better. I love you, but I know you need to go. If we are ment to be you will be back when you heal. But for now, I hope the face you put on for everyone is helping you feel happy again.

I know your dad told you, "nobody likes a sad person" so you don't "burden" people with your pain, but know I wanted to be with you. I chose to be with you knowing you struggled with things.

But I know you are gone. Maybe for now, maybe for just a while, or maybe forever. You'll get a card for your birthday, and a text wishing you the best. But know it's more than that. It's an olive branch reached out and seeking your acceptance for help. I was your friend before, became more than that. My feelings won't die ever, they may dim a bit, not burn as bright.

I love you my dear! (I know you hate being called "dear" because you feel it's like I'm an old man frustrated with his wife of many years, but I'm a bit frustrated. Even though he's frustrated he still loves his wife. He is getting up to do the task she asked because he loves her.)

Till next time, you know I'm just a phone call away. Even if I'm physically far.