I thought of you with love today, but that is nothing new. I thought about you yesterday, and days before that too. I think of you in silence. I often speak your name. All I have are memories, and your picture in a frame. Your memory is my keepsake,.
Noone is harder on me than myself. I don't give myself enough credit for how far I've come. I've learned to allow myself to be proud of myself and all the progress I've made. Especially the progress that no one else has seen.