Sometimes it's the little things that get you through..

Little reminders, they get me through my day.

His toothbrush still sits in the holder where he last put it. I know, kind of weird. I don't expect him to use it when he gets back, that would just be gross, but it is HIS toothbrush still none the less. I find comfort in the fact that something of his still sits beside something of mine. It's a reminder of normalcy, a normalcy that will return eventually.

His body wash is still in the shower. I admit that I even use it from time to time, the smell brings comfort that his dirty shirt is slowly losing. I am able to fall asleep smelling 'him'. I just hope that the people I come into contact with don't get close enough to realize I smell like a man.

His dirty shirt still sits crumpled on the cabinet in the closet. I really should of put it in a bag to keep the smell, it's nearly gone. On a really hard day, it brings comfort as well.

His shoes still line the wall inside our closet, in a perfect row. He never kept his shoes in a perfect row.

Today marks 2 months and 1 day since he left, or 8 weeks and 4 days. I thought today was going to be a good day, I think I was mistaken.