I’ve felt a lot of things since Beth's death, but this is the first time I truly felt halved. I’ve been angry and sad and lost and overwhelmed and scared and every other shade of emotion in between. But it wasn’t until last night when I stumbled into the apartment that I felt the absence of my other half as surely as I felt the air in my lungs or the blood in my veins. She was a part of me, and now she’s not.
