“I miss talking with Jared, but most of all…I miss the pillowtalk. So I talk to him like he’s still there next to me while I drift off to sleep. Like he never left.” She looked longingly at the urn. “But he did. Logically, I know that, and every time I’m met with silence at the other end of the conversation, it just…well, it makes me hurt all over again.”
