June 1

Our song played on the radio today.

I hummed my part as I drove through your neighborhood on the way to Riley's soccer practice. Even with the music, the silence at your part was suffocating.

I wanted to hear you sing again.

Laugh.

Speak.

I missed you, as much as I didn't want to. I wanted to hate you, forget you and everything we ever meant to each other. After all, you did it just fine.

But I can't.

You were my other half, the part of me I didn't know I was missing until I met you. And the part I am struggling to live without now.

I didn't know it would be so difficult, but then again, I didn't know I would have to live without you at all.