Day One:

I open my eyes and I know.
My chest is physically aching like my heart has been pumping out tears throughout my body the entire night. I’m full of tears and I don’t know where to put them all.

Long road to recovery.
That’s what I’ll top off this email with.

A dollop of that and a sprinkle of hope,
and we got ourselves an enriching combo of live through the toughest, to be the bestest.

Miss You.