I’ve been miserable lately. Maybe even for years. Probably 6 years 9 months 17 days and 9hours to be exact. I have tried to be strong. I have tried to think ahead and have an eternal perspective. But sometimes the “text book” answer just doesn’t cut it anymore and all the answers just sound cliche'. All I want is to feel his warm arms around me, and hear his voice tell me everything’s going to be ok. But his arms are cold and his voice is still, and as much as I beg the heavens to whisper to me, I still feel so very alone.