Memories to come

A day doesn't go by without me tearing up or just flat out crying. I miss everything about him. What is worse are the nights that I dream about him because when I wake up it is Feb.7th, the worst day of my life, all over again. Even now I can't see what I am typing. That is why I haven't written anything and why I still can't write about it in my journal. He was the best. That is the only way to describe him. I will one day and for many more days after contribute pictures and posts and memories, but for now it is just too hard.