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Today has been less than satisfactory with the fear of breaking down at any moment.
When you take that deep breath, just for a second, and you can feel it as they begin to trickle down to cheeks but you know once you start, you wont be able to stop.
I took the day off work, not only because I wasnt feeling very well, but also because I wanted to spend my Sunday with him.
Instead, I made us both as miserable as the other.
And we lay in an embrace while we fought back the tears.
Im not going to go into why. Its too long and Ill probably start up again.
Its been a rubbish weekend.
And now that hes gone, I really really need that cuddle back.
And once more, to hear that he loves me.
But I havent given up yet.