I reach across our bed every morning at 4 a.m. to feel your wavy soft auburn hair. You are absent. It’s just not right, but there’s no cure. It’s been 4 months to the day today, and the pain doesn’t lessen. I miss you my love. There will never be another like you. I will never love another the same way I loved you. I would not do that to you, to me, to us.