Her. The ink dripped on my forehead as I stared at the three letters I had just written on the ceiling above my bed. I had been here for fifteen minutes but the word still seemed beautiful to me. HER. I'd used it so many times in my life but it wasn't until I met HER that it started to have more meaning to me.
It could have been perfect. I laid in my bed, waiting for sleep to take me. I closed my eyes and saw her freckled face. It brought pain to my heart as I turned and looked at the calendar on my wall. September 19, 2015. The day the love of my life lost hers. The day the word HER lost all meaning.
