Thursday, December 20, 2012
Your hand reaches out across the bed, only to find it empty. It takes you a moment, but you remember that she's gone. The bed is too cold, too big, too lonely and your heart breaks more than a little when you remember that she is never coming back. Can never come back. Because she's cold too, and too lonely, but she's so small now, pale and hidden where sunlight will never touch her again. Her big personality cannot brighten the room and fill all the corners, and she will not brush your lips with hers. But at least you know, even if she's not here, she can still make you smile, even if the tears sting your broken heart.