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**For My Sweet Preston Jovi** There are no words heavy enough to carry the weight of this grief. No language vast enough to hold the love I have for you—or the emptiness that swallows me whole now that you’re gone. Preston Jovi, my baby, my heart, my reason… how do I breathe in a world that doesn’t have you in it? How do I wake up every morning to a silence where your laughter should be? You were supposed to be here. I was supposed to hold you, watch you grow, protect you from every hurt. Instead, I’m left with aching arms and a shattered soul, screaming into the void for just one more second with you. They say grief is love with nowhere to go. But where does it go when the love was supposed to last a lifetime? When every dream, every hope, every breath was tied to *you*? I am a ghost of who I was before. The world keeps spinning, but my life stopped the moment yours did. I miss you in ways that can’t be fixed. I miss the warmth of you, the weight of you, the future we were robbed of. I miss *me*—the person I was when I still had you. Now, there’s only before and after, and the after is unbearable. I don’t know how to live without you, but I don’t know how to stop either. So I carry you, my sweet boy, in every broken piece of my heart. Until my last breath, I will love you. Until time itself ends, I will long for you. You were everything. And now, without you, nothing feels real. I love you, Preston. Forever. 💙🕊️