He's gone.
The air in our house is still and quiet as I wander from room to room trying to find some nuance of his recent presence. I stand and listen to the silence, hoping somehow to hear an echo of him....but there's nothing.
My love is gone...
D, if you read this, I want you to know that I love you and that my heart breaks a little every time you leave. Without you here, I feel like I'm not really living....I'm just existing. I'm simply going through the motions of life until you return. I will be here waiting for you, babe, and I'll wait forever if I have to.
I love you, D. Always.....