Two and a half years without Nige on this earth. I could never imagine how I would fall apart the way I have, how my heart could disintegrate the way it has. Everyday he’s in my thoughts , the size of the hole he left hasn’t diminished at all with time. You think the firsts will be the hardest , but then you realise that the months and years after hurt just as much. Nobody to share memories of him with , to the people in my life it’s like he never existed. Even for the people who knew about him and I,   he simply didn’t matter to them. He knew me better than anyone else ever has ,and most probably ever will. I feel the loss of him massively,  I still cry all the time and I have dreams about everything. So I talk to him, because I don’t know what else to do, and it physically hurts that he’s gone , and I don’t know how to make it feel better. Maybe I’ll figure it out one of these days.

Girl Almighty