It's been 3 months since she left. There hasn't been a single day that I haven't missed her. Oh god, how I miss the way I'd wake up to her sleeping in my arms. The way she'd rub her small button nose against my neck, nuzzling deeper into me. She was so beautiful, so free. Now as I lie here in our bed, the sheets smelling of her favorite perfume. I hug onto her pillow. I haven't felt the same since the day she left. I feel as if I lost such a huge part of myself. I feel barren, She was my everything. But I continue to remind myself that she wasn't happy. I held her down, she wanted to be free. She was a songbird and I was her nest, her safe haven. I tried to tell her I couldn't live without her. But here i am 3 months later, struggling to get up everyday and live a normal life. There isn't a day she hasn't went through my mind. A day that I haven't thought of her beautiful flowing purple hair. The color reminds me of fresh bloomed lilacs on a warm spring morning. But now I guess I have to try to move on. But that is impossible, because how does one move on from something that isn't meant to be let go of. How long will it take for me to feel okay Again? A day, a month, a year, five years? I don't think I'll ever be okay again.
