It feels like forever since the initial "breaking"...I still think of her before I sleep. This morning was cold and humid, when I opened the front door a misty breeze rolled in and I felt all those memories rushing back. It was like specks of ice tumbling over my skin, tracing wetness to my back and up my spine. I don't know if I still love her, I think I've finally numbed to most of it.
If she were to be here right now...I don't know what I'd do. I don't think I'd smile, would I feel to urge to hold her? The place inside me, the one I held for her, feels different since this morning. Like cold stone has sluiced over the walls. Heavy and hollow.