The day after he left me was one of the longest, hardest days of my entire life. It seemed as if it would never end. The hours passed like days, and there was nothing I could do to make it go faster. I knew when I woke he wouldn’t be here, but still I hoped when I opened my eyes, he’d be lying beside me. He wasn’t; he was gone. He didn’t take anything with him. The house looks as if he never left.
