Maybe... Maybe she was trying to understand, maybe she wanted to find answers, maybe she was searching for the woman she had been. And for the first time in days, I felt something akin to optimism.
Not much... Just a spark, but it was there.
I sat up slowly, then leaned toward her. A strand of hair rested on her cheek; I gently brushed it aside.
She barely stirred, nothing more. My heart started racing again, God.
I missed her so much, so very much. More than I could explain.
I missed her hugs, her arguments, her jokes, her laughter. The way she took up space, the way she invaded my life.
I missed waking up next to her, I missed watching her sleep, I even missed the little things.
The things that once seemed insignificant, because now I understood they were the ones that mattered mo
