I miss her so badly. After that night, every time i breathe my heart aches. I can't help but to replay her laughter in my mind, shaky and soft.
The way her sweater smelled of coffee and midnight mist lifted me off of my feet. Sometimes I hear her singing along to the songs on the radio in the car. Her voice was like cotton, weaving its way into my ears, echoing in my mind.
I miss her so much. I'll do anything to get her back.
This morning, I went out for coffee where I usually take her. I ordered something different. They realized something was wrong when I was staring blankly at the open walls.
It was an unusually warm December day. The bare trees reminded me of the color of her eyes, rich brown, the creases and bumps each a new shade of cocoa. Every time I remember her eyes, my chest tightens like I just climbed a mountain.
