My worst moment comes when...

Tempe AZ

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It's been nearly four years now. It's come to a point where I don't hardly think of him as much as I used to. When I do think of him, it's just a passing thought. At the beginning, I swear I saw him at grocery stores, at a Walmart in the checkout line, or sitting at a traffic light next to me. After four years, I'm still reminded of him when a man passes by wearing a cologne similar to his, or wearing a pair of boots like he wore, or drove a Harley like he did. After nearly four years, I still remember how warm and gentle this kisses were on my lips, or how firm his hugs were as he scooped me into his arms. I still remember his nasty fungus on his big toenails, his crooked teeth, and that scar above his left eye. I miss him so much. I wish he was still here with me. Today, I didn't see, smell, taste, feel, or do anything that reminded me of him. My worst moment comes when he just randomly pops into my mind, I've forgotten he hasn't been here with me in quiet awhile. Moments when that harsh reminder slaps me back into reality and I miss him all over again. My heart hurts... I had to pull off the road so I could sit here in this big empty parking lot and I cry alone, I always cry alone. I miss you so much, Dave. 💕💕💕