It was dark.
It was cold.
I was just sitting here, you know, in my chair, the one you bought when we were together, and I started thinking about the day you came to my house for the first time. You were gorgeous, like always. I remember how you went direct to the lounge, laid in the couch and screamed: "I'M NOT GOING ANYWHERE!"
It was love at first sight, wasn't it?
It felt like we had always belong together, in this place.
My house wasn't my house anymore, It was our home.
But then you leaved us,
and here we are,
my house, my chair and I, alone.
I'm not blaming on you. You had to leave, we all have to leave one day.
It's just that I never thought it would be this early, neither in the way you did it.
Thank you for saving my life in so many ways, though I wish you didn't have to give yours in return.
I wonder how life could have changed if I hadn't called you that day...
EVERY
FUCKING
DAY
I wonder.