The everyday things...

I keep thinking about the places we traveled and the places we had planned to visit together.

I still say "we", "us", and "our" instead of what is the reality now, "I", "me", and "my".

I'm always hearing some news story, something ridiculous or outrageous a politician has done, a new song on the radio, a joke -- and I can't wait to tell you about it.

I don't enjoy watching our favorite shows on TV anymore - there just doesn't seem to be any point without you to share it with.

Completing some of the projects we planned to do around the house doesn't bring me the sense of satisfaction and accomplishment it once did.

I don't like cooking for one. Dinner out? I can't go back to our favorite restaurants yet.

I haven't wanted to/can't sleep in our bed. The sound of your gentle snoring, the warmth emanating from your body, the way you stole the sheets, the comfort of your embrace...no longer there.

These are the everyday things that I miss; things that we did together. Without you to share them with, they ring empty and hollow.