This could have been written by me. I just feel like I am constantly waiting for the page to turn, but I know there is not another page, I know that June 28, 2015 was the end of the story of you being in my life. I miss you you so much. But I know there is no fixing this. I don't think I can get over what you did and it be ok for us. The story isn't over though because I still don't know what really happened. I have bits and pieces but it is not enough.