She never got to say goodbye, the world was ripped out of her hands the day he left. 
Love was something she didn’t want to understand anymore, she wanted to crush it up in her angry fist, never letting it touch the light again. 
Happiness was something always attainable to her when he was apparent in her life.
  
his touch, his scent, his smile, his words
  
she couldn’t find them anywhere
   
The world was big but never too big for the both of them, she scoured every dusty corner, every spotless room for his essence, it was nowhere in sight.      
  Every floorboard she stepped on creaked, almost collapsing underneath the grief she fostered inside of herself.  
  Being comfortable with being alone was something she took pride in, but loneliness, it was uncharted territory. now she only had the thought of him to keep her company, his jokes would recycle themselves in her mind, their conversations replayed on repeat.  
  when he left, he took the sun with him leaving her in darkness. 
five years went by and still not one sign of him. Somehow he was everywhere, but nowhere at once.
  The grief she carried had become a lover to her, their relationship was complicated. Mainly consisting of anger, regret, numbness, Sadness and confusion but it was driven by love.
  He loved to paint, communicating himself through the strokes he made. Every dab of color was a dab of his mind, intricate and complex. If you thought you lost him, you’d only have to go walk down to the beach. there you would find him, paint brush in hand and an easel in the other. 

  She sat the other night for the first time in his studio, the room was filled with dust and his mind was everywhere. Five years, no one had entered this room and his essence was everywhere.
  A covered up painting lay propped up in the corner of the room, she walked over to it. slowly unrobing it she found herself staring at his face, his brown eyes glistened with the knowing look he always had.
  
five years, she had finally found him