It’s not that your death has made me feel incomplete – I’d been feeling that way since long before, every moment we were not together – but it has really made me question why I still fight this fight. You believed in me, in us, made promises and mistakes that you felt miserable about, but no matter what, you always stuck around. Whenever I even thought about giving up I thought about how you hadn’t. I must have the courage to do this too then, right?
Your death has just left me wondering if maybe I overestimated my strength all these years.