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My beautiful partner Paul who I shared 11.5 years of my life lost his battle to cancer and Crohns Disease last Wednesday at the age of 39.
I find myself staring at the phone hoping to ring and hear his voice or the bell of a new message from him. I walk the streets of Melbourne feeling empty, knowing that there’s no place where I can find him to have a chat or give him a hug and tell him how much I love him.
Christmas is coming and he loved Christmas, we even prepared together the menu. All ads about ham and king prawns (which he wanted to have) or Christmas movies that he liked remind me of him.
Everything reminds me of him. My Ratoncito (little mouse), as I used to call him. I miss you so much 😪
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