Two Weeks
Two amazing weeks of kissing you as often as I wanted, holding your hand in the car, cooking breakfast together, and seeing your perfect smile after a long day at work. We painted a vivid picture of a future together, and it could not be more perfect. You belong here, we fit together flawlessly, you balance me, give me a sense of direction, and a feeling of purpose.
Two weeks have passed since I last saw you. I am falling apart. Eight thousand miles have never felt so far. Every morning I wake up and my heart breaks all over again. Every single morning I wake up and think how I have lost another precious day. Every night at dinner I sit next to your empty chair, it’s hard to even breathe. I fall asleep on a pillow damp with tears only to have nightmares about losing you forever. I feel cold, hollow, and broken. Nothing has any meaning without you here.
