I miss her. I miss her sleeping on my left arm and saying goodnight to her. I miss looking into her eyes as we dived into deep sleep. I never felt uncomfortable or irritated because of this; I just took it as my left side was for her to sleep on it. I miss her arm around me, the one who takes the blanket off and then once I started to shiver puts it back on me. I take turns at night now only to realize that I have no one to put the blanket on me and my left arm is of no use.
I use to sing to her while we drove, there are just too many songs that were so called “Our Songs” I use to act funny or at least try to make faces while use to mime those songs to her, she use to just crack up laughing. I miss that, now all I have loneliness as I gaze into it and its funny how that hollowness starts to gaze back at you. I use to take her hand and change gears while I drove; it was just too romantic though we were seated separately but were together at the same time. I miss her on the left seat of my car. Now there are times when I just stop and look on the left hand side of my car and just wish that she was seated there.
I feel hollow inside now because both sides are empty sides.