Today was another Tuesday.
One more week has passed without her in my arms.
Tonight was the first Tuesday in 22 weeks that I didn’t look at the clock and wait for it to say 10:32.
I didn’t do it.
It slipped my mind.
I don’t know what that means, but the realization made me feel like shit. It made me feel so incredibly guilty that I lost out on that special time; the exact moment she was born asleep.
I don’t want to forget her.
I know I never will, but times like this make it so painfully obvious that life is moving forward and there is not a god damn thing I can do about it.
I’m gonna go ahead and give a big “fuck you” to the universe.