I keep catching myself thinking about his voice. The way he used to whisper I love yous into my hair in the middle of the night. And I'd look up into his eyes and smile, feeling so much more safe than I ever had. The way he would laugh at the silly things I said, rolling his eyes with a little smile. His soft snores as he would fall asleep next to me, almost like a lullaby. Now I could never fall asleep without them. I'd trade the world to go back to that just so I could record it all and put it on a cd I could replay when he inevitably left.