I cant even begin comprehend it. Its over. No more movie dates. No more exploring. No more breakfast and Walking Dead. No more dinner together and New Girl. No more kissing your lips or holding your hand. No more falling asleep and waking up next to you. No more talking about our children and our future. No more french bulldog. You’ll never see me become a welder. In my mechanic blues. I’ll never get to see you happy. How can you stand that? How is that something you can possibly give up on? And so effortlessly? You say its hard, but I havent seen a thing to make me think that you are struggling over losing me. Only the struggle with yourself. I know it’s pointless to keep hope and not give up, but I dont have a choice. This is our marriage, our life. I’m going to hold up my end until it’s over. I keep my promises.