Aug 26, 2012 - 1:13 pm
The sounds of a home are long gone. Friends and family have gone back to their lives. The love that lived here is fading and now it's just a house.
The memories are here but they have become muted without her voice to remind me of what was. Nine months without the sound of her laughter.
I try desperately to do what she wished and wanted for me to live a happy life. Sometimes it feels like her last wish for me to be happy has become a curse. How do I live happily when all my happiness was derived from her? Nothing before her made me happy and nothing or no one can ever give me the feeling of contentment, worth, desire and satisfaction in life as being with her has done.
I miss the warmth that rushed through my cheeks when she cupped her hands to my face. Feeling her stretch up on tiptoes to hug me around my neck. The sound of her footsteps throughout the day.
The human heart was not meant for this kind of hurt.