He missed her. So much it hurts.
The words couldn't be more fucking true as his
mind was now playing their moments together.
How she used to wait for him to return back home from work, how they used to dance around the kitchen and act goofy together.
His eyes fell on the picture he had framed hanging on his wall. It was his favorite picture of her. She had a big smile on her face while wearing his shirt with her hair messy from their love making.
He was reminded of how much he fucking miss her touch, shy kisses and warmth.
It's just been a day without her touches or smile and it felt like years to him. .
He missed that beautiful genuine smile on her lips as her eyes shimmered with happiness.
He sat there, puffing away at a cigarette. He was so broken and mad to the point that he felt numb. He couldn't even cry. The tears were pooling in his
eyes, but they just wouldn't fall.
