You would think the 6th of the month would be my hardest day. It's hard, don't get me wrong but the first five days of the month I find myself struggling the most.
The first five days in August were the last days Willow and I had together. Those days haunt me with questions. What if she would of come the first day I thought she was coming? What if there was a way we could of known? Did she know?What if things played out differently? Did I savor those last days enough? Did she know I wanted her? I'd give almost anything to have those days back.