This Isn't About Them, He Snarled At

After All, How Many Ways Can One Heart Be Mangled And Still Be Expected To Keep Beating?

The Laughter In His Deep-set Black Eyes, The Feverish Heat Of His Big Hand Around Mine, The Flash Of His White Teeth Against His Dark Skin, His Face Stretching Into The Wide Smile That Had Always Been Like A Key To A Secret Door Where Only Kindred Spirits Could Enter.

Stop It, Mom, You're Making Me Blush.

Today Is The First And Last Day Of Forever.

But The Absence Of Him Is Everywhere I Look. It's Like A Huge Hole Has Been Punched Through My Chest.