I’m tired of seeing things that existed before you now as nothing else but reminders of you. I can’t erase you…but I’d give anything to have those things back, without you..

She reminds you of birthday cake and lavender hand soap. Her smile contains hints of vanilla summers and cinnamon winter’s. She speaks, and it sounds like the popping of fresh movie theater popcorn and the fizzling of a perfectly topped off cup of Coca-Cola. You hold her hand, and warmth rushes through your body like hot chocolate, and you feel nervous butterflies under every inch of your skin. Yet, just as quickly as she sets your nerves on fire, she also gives comfort, the same comfort you used to find sleeping in, snuggled tight under warm sheets on snow-days. She is…everything in my life that has ever brought me happiness…and she’s gone, but those things, vanilla summers and fizzing soda and hot chocolate snow days, they are all still here…she wasn’t all those things, because they existed before her…so keep moving forward, one day at a time, and I’m sure the day will come when those wonderfully comforting things will be comfortable once again…