Somewhere between the lines, I live again...

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 It was a moment of melting down...

I know how emotional I can be when it comes to you, but standing in front of your framed wall,

I found myself confined to all our beautiful moments of dressing up or down for occasions.

I followed the same routine, got dressed up for all the occasions as I would or rather, as you would want me to

but the warmth...

the warmth of your attention to detail,

the warmth of your teasing,

the warmth of your cuddling and asking for more,

the warmth of my willingness,

the warmth of our lovemaking,

everything was running fresh through my mind, but only as memories.

Love, how can I build myself again?

I was in the crowd, laughing and sharing moments of joy, adding my presence as though everything were as it should be,

but the joy...

the joy of your leg-pulling,

the joy of "It's her life..." turning into the possessiveness of "She's just mine,"

the joy of your being around,

the joy of our laughter and exchanged glances,

Love, how can I gather myself again?

I came home, sat with your phone, and removed your number from all the groups you had been added to.

I scrolled through every chat, anxious to find...

the chitchat we shared,

the playlists we created,

the cookbook we crafted,

the endless Q&As we asked,

Love, how can I read between any of those lines without you?

You will remain within me, but the longing to hear you again plays endlessly in my heart.

I miss you, every moment. :(


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