It’s funny how every text I get, I hope it’s you. Every call. I eagerly await the day of your return. Until then, I am left with the feeling of emptiness… aloneness. I know I am not, but it hurts without you. You were always there for me when everyone else left. You and I, we stuck it out. We weren’t going to give up for anything. If anybody failed, not us two. And yet here we are. Feelings are fleeting, trusts broken. Everything I once knew has gone. If it was not for God Himself sticking around I could not go on. I thank Him for being there. The only hope I have. Hope that one day all these pieces may be put back together. Him being the glue that holds it tightly so. I hold to this hope. It is all I have.