Please Hurry home !
Suffice it to say, it has not been easy. The nights stretch into an eternity, and the days are even longer. Perhaps it's all in my head, but I swear, the pillows on your side of the bed have learned to speak and sound like you.
You asked me to share how I've been since you've been gone, and honestly, I could fill volumes with the state of my heart and mind. But where do I even begin?
Suffice it to say, it has not been easy. The nights stretch into an eternity, and the days are even longer. Perhaps it's all in my head, but I swear, the pillows on your side of the bed have learned to speak and sound like you. Yes, I hear them whispering, their soft, soothing voices mimicking your tender, caressing whispers.
Oh, and I've rearranged the room. The champagne glasses you gave me for my birthday now sit closer to the bedside. They've found a new purpose, catching my tears when my heart overflows. I spend my days counting the hours, convinced that the gods have conspired to make time crawl just to prolong my longing for you.
The front door handles, which I changed when you left, have worn out too soon. The man at the hardware store said it’s from my endless opening and closing, always thinking I hear you coming home. I'll be replacing them again this Saturday.
As for your favorite long mirror, I've moved it to storage. I'm too afraid to see my reflection without you by my side.
I'll stop here for now, to wring out my crying towel and gather my thoughts, knowing that you already understand the depths of my longing for you. Until I hear the doors open and see your angelic smile, my heart will endure this severe pain and suffering.
