This photo explains a lot. Even when I was with him, my #ComfortSpot of choice was my #bed. I felt guilty wanting to sit there with my pillows and blankets, and things that represent comfort, all around me, with him next to me.
Today #mystruggle is letting go, and accepting that it's ok to be lonely. I will #alwaysremember the good things. Like #hissmell and how it felt laying snuggled against his chest. The way he fidgets with his septum.