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amulMornings are the worst.
I wake up, content, rested, and for about 30 seconds, everything is okay. Then I remember.
Remember what I lost, and how much it hurts. Remember the joy we once shared, and ache for it again. Too groggy to pull up my defenses, to force myself to think of other things.
Every morning, I remember how much I love her still, and I ache to get her back. I ache to fight for us, to repair the damage.
Staring into that first cup of coffee, I realize how little I value a future that doesn't include my Mirage.
I wake up, content, rested, and for about 30 seconds, everything is okay. Then I remember.
Remember what I lost, and how much it hurts. Remember the joy we once shared, and ache for it again. Too groggy to pull up my defenses, to force myself to think of other things.
Every morning, I remember how much I love her still, and I ache to get her back. I ache to fight for us, to repair the damage.
Staring into that first cup of coffee, I realize how little I value a future that doesn't include my Mirage.
