Im usually the type to want to get what im saying in order, get my words written out properly but fuck that… sorry fuck it.
Muz should have been 31 today. I should be spoiling him and seeing the smile on his face, instead i’m up reminiscing and preparing to go to his grave.
Im so sick and tired of everything being played down, so done with having people try to brush it off, brush him off like he was just some next person, some boyfriend of 2 minutes.
Imagine meeting the most amazing person, as close to perfect as there could be and feeling so lucky to have them. Imagine being so loved and have them bring so much joy into your life. Then you fight to get married and afterwards you’re both so happy and it’s all bliss. They take you and show you a whole other life and ask nothing in return, they do it because they love you. Imagine being woken up one morning and that same amazing person has had a sudden accident and the next day you have to watch them die infront of you without even being able to say goodbye. You just have to sit there and watch.
Just imagine having the love of your life be brought into your world and then snatched away the way he was. Only then talk to me about being strong, only then try speak to me about what Muz would have wanted.
Muz would have wanted to be here, he would have wanted to be 31 and already planning the next year.