The memories badger me zipping in and out of clarity like moths. They echo with your laughter, or whimper in your teary murmur. For a moment, I can see and hear all the kind, eloquent, empty compliments and promises we uttered to each other at 12 AM in the dim light of your room.
And I want it back.
My heart moans and keens in grief, my chest burns like acid, and my stomach twists like a towel being wrung out, with the potent ache of your absence. Her absence; because that giggling, loyal, loving girl is gone now.
She drowned in a storm of her own misery. She was shot by her own baseless conclusions, and her own hopeless assumptions. Life handed her lemons, and her naïveté and cynicism shoved them down her throat, forcing her to s w a l l o w before God made them into lemonade. And now, I'm faced with a colder, more jaded version of the girl I knew- and so loved.