It is what it is...

It's like I finally have a chance to miss him.

It's like that first week of hell all over again.

It's like those weeks we spent apart when he was still here.

It's emptiness in places I didn't know had volume.

It's what feels like endless amounts of tears.

It's nothing that can be fixed.

It's awful.

It's sad.

It's hard.

It's realizing that you would give up everything else just to hold him for a minute. Right now. For one hug. For one kiss. For one second for the memory to be enough. To actually feel him holding you again.

It's going to bed alone again, knowing you're going to wake up alone again, knowing that you have to get used to that again for the next 6ish months.

It's horrible.

It's pathetic.

It's never-ending.

It's lonely as hell.