The emptiness of the bed beside Love serves as a haunting reminder of the absence of Milk, a void that cannot be filled. Each morning begins with tears, the weight of grief bearing down on Love's shoulders like a heavy burden they cannot shake.
The memory of Milk's departure weighs heavily on Love's heart, a painful reminder of the choices they made out of fear and insecurity. The regret is palpable as Love reflects on the missed opportunities to fully embrace their love, to hold Milk close and proclaim their affection for the world to see.
As Love moves through their morning routine, the echoes of Milk's laughter and affectionate gestures linger in the air, a cruel reminder of what has been lost. The warmth of the shower offers no solace, its comforting embrace unable to ease the ache in Love's chest or wash away the tears that fall freely down their cheeks.
In the silence of the bathroom, Love is confronted with the harsh reality of life without Milk. The realization that they may never again feel the warmth of Milk's embrace or hear the sound of her laughter leaves Love feeling utterly alone, adrift in a world that suddenly feels cold and unfamiliar.
The weight of grief threatens to overwhelm Love as they confront the painful truth that Milk is gone forever. They long to turn back time, to rewrite the past and hold onto Milk with every ounce of strength they possess. But it's too late for regrets now, and Love is left to navigate the days ahead with a heavy heart and a soul weighed down by sorrow.
The rush of hot water, once a soothing balm for my weary soul, now serves as a cruel reminder of the void that permeates my existence. As I stand beneath the cascading stream, memories of our shared showers flood my mind, each droplet a painful echo of the laughter and intimacy we once shared.
I can still feel your presence beside me, hear your gentle teasing and feel the warmth of your embrace. But it is all a cruel illusion, a figment of my shattered imagination. In reality, there is only emptiness; the silence of your absence deafening in its intensity.
How could you leave me, Milk? How could you abandon me to navigate this cruel world alone? I know I am to blame, that my cowardice and selfishness drove us apart. But the guilt is a heavy burden to bear, a weight that threatens to crush me beneath its unforgiving embrace.
The memory of that fateful call, informing me of your untimely demise, is seared into my mind like a brand, the pain of it too raw to bear. I can still hear the tremor in the voice on the other end of the line, the disbelief and horror mirrored in my own shattered heart.
You were taken from me in the blink of an eye, stolen away by the senseless actions of another. I never had the chance to say goodbye, to hold you one last time and whisper my love into your ear. Instead, I was left to mourn you from afar, a silent witness to the finality of your passing.
The sight of your lifeless form lying in that cold, sterile hospital room haunts my every waking moment, a grim reminder of the fragility of life and the cruelty of fate. I wanted to scream, to lash out at the injustice of it all, but the words caught in my throat, suffocated by the weight of my grief.
And so, I buried my pain beneath a facade of stoicism, forcing myself to endure the unbearable emptiness that now defines my existence. But beneath the surface, the agony of your loss gnaws at me like a ravenous beast, tearing me apart from the inside out.
"Milk, I miss you," the words are a whispered plea, a desperate cry into the void for the return of what was lost. But there is no answer, no solace to be found in the silence that surrounds me. Only the harsh reality of your absence, a gaping wound that refuses to heal.
I miss you Milk, I miss you so much, I even tried to take my life away but I remembered you saying to always love myself as much as you love me but why? Why do you leave so suddenly? Do you not love me?
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As I was walking to my wardrobe to see what I could wear today, I remembered you were always there choosing all the clothes for me and you are never tired of saying I look cute in whatever outfit I wear. Your sweet smile and your mole on your cheeks makes me miss you more.
"Choose the pink outfit today; you look cute in a pink outfit." Your words are still fresh up until today. I took the outfit and wore it knowing you would be happy with the choice I made.
Wherever I go around the house, there's always you around. Running, laughing and making jokes. You were my happiness Milk and now all I can see is your ghost. The image I created myself to make sure I kept my insanity locked down deep into myself.
"Let me put your moisturizer on your cheeks Love..." Again your sweet voice rang into my ears and I cannot keep my strong emotion anymore. I cried again for the nth time I can't remember.
"Milk, I miss you so much.... so so so much" That is all I can say because I know you can no longer hear me. You are already there in the heavens waiting for me right?
Why can't I go with you? Why don't you take me with you? I kept on asking the questions but all I saw was Milk smiling at me saying, one day Thii rukk... One day...
Your one day is an eternity for me Milk. How can I survive this? How can I even hold anything without you beside me? You are the most gentlewoman for me. I felt comforted and safe just standing beside you but now it is just empty. Not even your heat, just cold winds.
"Milk, I cannot live like this anymore...." But I know she wants me to be strong. And I will try my best for as long as I can but deep down, everyone knows I am no longer the smiley Love anymore......
