I’m sitting at the mall, like I did in Florida, like I’ve done before. I’ve finished my breakfast sandwich and now sip my coffee while watching the shops open, life being breathed into the machinations of the day. But, my beautiful love, you should be sitting across from me.

A year has gone by, with the days slowly ticking on to eternity and still I’m no better without you. It was similar on my trip to Florida, which basically let me know that travelling alone is going to be a dreadfully dull experience in the future.

I could go out to dinner but dining for one contains very little conversation. When taking in a movie, I can’t share a critique with the empty air. Travelling now has become a matter of getting from point A to point B. It’s now about the destination, not the journey. You should be sitting next to me.

Around the house, amongst the scattered reminders of our perfect life, lies the dust of despair and a hollow silence that I battle every night. Your clothing still hangs on the wardrobe door handle. Your bedside table goes untouched. While your desk I’ve taken over, the bric-à-brac still remains in our office.

I haven’t made any new connections. Dating is proving to be virtually impossible in the digital age. The remnants of my shattered life just goes on day to day. I seem to have lost the fascination which I once had.

And you should be here with me.

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