This was exactly three years ago. And then six months ago we sent our last texts. I don’t want to to be tomorrow. I don’t want it to have been more than six months since I’ve gazed into his eyes. I feels like it was moments ago.
On the other hand, I’m glad it’s going fast. It’s that much closer to being with him again.
When will the resurrection come? Come Jesup come. It doesn’t even feel like life without him.