I could smell the sent of you everywhere I went today, and it killed me inside. I hate the way my pillow smells like you. I hate the way you use to hog all the blankets, I fucking hate the way you would roll over and say I love you, because now I’m saying it back and I can’t hear a thing.
You said you were finally leaving for good and I forgot how to breathe. It was like my lungs stopped working because all my brain could do was concentrate on not letting the tears come pouring out of my eyes. When I finally realized I needed to tell my body to start taking in air again it was as if the color had drained from the world and day had become night.