I know that people talk about missing some so much that they physically hurt, they think their heart will truly break and that life is vacuous. I have children and they keep me busy everyday with things but, not having that someone in my life is about all I stand. Crying myself to sleep is how I spend most nights. Maybe, it's not him I miss but, the idea of him, lying in each others arms and talk into the wee hours of the morning, walking hand in hand, the way he'd light-up when I walked in the room, and him saying "I Love You!" I only hope I can find that again. My heart feels so broken and empty that I wonder will anyone ever mend and fill it. My problem is that I can't seem to trust anyone enough to let them try. I quess that I have protected myself so well that letting go enough to try and let someone get close to me is hard. Breaking down the walls of my heart is so painfully. Hope is sometimes a very painfully word to beleive in.....The people I would like to meet the most is anyone who helped or tried to help on September 11th. That day changed my birthday forever. My birthday is September 11th.