It's hard to breath today.
6 months. It's been 6 months since I held my baby boy in my arms.
6 months and 1 day.
Time is my enemy. I fight it. It is pulling my Matthew away.
Every day I get farther away from him.
6 months and 1 day away.
Every minute, every second that ticks by, he slips further and further into the past.
People say it gets easier with time. That time heals all wounds. Some wounds aren't meant to be healed.
Time is what separates us.
6 months and 1 day between me and my son.
I keep moving forward.
Because there is nowhere else to go.
Forward one day at a time.
One day further away.
And I have to keep reminding myself.
That each day forward.
6 months and one day forward.
Is 6 months and one day closer.
Closer to the day I see him again.
Each day that goes by is one day further away. But it is also one day closer to our reunion.
When I will hold my precious boy in my arms once again.
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