It wasn't over...it still isn't over

Couldn't have said it better myself. Though the pain of losing you is constant, it is not the pain of hopelesness. I still have hope that someday I'll have a white house with blue shutters and a room where you can paint (write) and that you'll come to me on the porch and I'll wrap you in a blanket and the rest of the world will just cease to exist in that moment.

It wasn't over...it still isn't over...