It is still so hurtful that I barely have enough words to express this feeling of misplacement. Jumbled it is as I try to put it back to whole again.
The pricking pain of losing you. The full-headed thoughts of missing you. The uncertainty of when will this come to last as I stand up on two. All these boil down to my life cup gradually.
It has been forty days. I tried to live out what is left of me. Struggling to ease the felt grief with a happy facade and a vibrant aura. Still I am feeling this huge empty hole you left in me, in us.
Chances were defined. Inevitable circumstances dwelled. Conscience kicked in. Oh! How I truly miss your presence… the warmth of your flesh, your warm personality, your entirety.
All these be interim; acceptance will peak shortly and the soonest. Be assured that all your memories will be adored and kept to nurture. See you in anon with a pocketful love recollections.