Everything is better with you around. I make the same meal for myself but it can’t compare to the luxury my taste buds get when I eat the food with you. I close my eyes and inhale the rich scent of coffee in the morning and try to imagine you doing the same thing but the illusion evaporates as soon as I open my eyes. I go to bed at night, the bed we both love and find comfort it, but the emptiness fills my hollowness. I’ve stopped breathing in your lingering fragrance on the pillow; I turn my back on it. I don’t want to see it. I don’t want to smell it. I want to see and smell you.