Memory is kind...

How long will I be reminded of him? How long will I be acutely attuned to his laugh, his voice? How long will I remember his smell and the the comfort it brought?

How long will I be alone? More than anything I miss being held. I miss the feel of another heartbeat next to mine. I miss the inside jokes. I miss the smile at the end of the day.

My memory has—I am sure—painted roses where there were none.

Today I am feeling maudlin and reminiscing missing. In a few minutes I'll put these feelings in a box and hide them away. My tears will dry and I will get on with my day.

I don't know if you ever really get over someone you have loved with your whole heart. Perhaps you just move on.