Forgetting The Unforgettable,

His smell I only now know, as being similar to the bottle of cologne that sits in my drawer. His scent no longer lingers on the items he once wore. … More Forgetting The Unforgettable,

Just Keep Breathing,

The silence that comes with the absence of him haunts me. A stillness in my home that’s suffocating. I long for sound, for his voice, for his laugh. The last few weeks I have kept myself distracted and surrounded by people, sounds, voices and laughter. I thought I had been doing well, until last night. … More Just Keep Breathing,