Dear Chris,
It’s been an awful week. The numbness and the fog and the restlessness are overwhelming. I look at my phone constantly, somehow thinking you’ll call.
You won’t call, you will never call. You’ve been dead one year and 7 days.
From and including: Friday, March 18, 2011
To and including: Saturday, March 24, 2012
To and including: Saturday, March 24, 2012
It is 373 days from the start date to the end date, end date included
Or 1 year, 7 days including the end date
Alternative time units
373 days can be converted to one of these units:
- 32,227,200 seconds
- 537,120 minutes
- 8952 hours
- 53 weeks (rounded down)
I can’t find you, I keep looking, I’ll keep looking. I took off my wedding ring for a day, thought I was ready. It’s all so empty. I’ve never felt so fucking alive and so fucking dead. The world has never seemed so alive and so dead. I’ve lost feeling again, I hope it comes back soon.
I want to feel your arms, your skin, to smell your skin. I’ve never craved anything so desperately, so fucking desperately.
Ich liebe dich immer, immer immer.
I’m so broken without you.
Amanda
ad astra per aspera 