I feel myself implode, and all I can think about is how much I miss him. I miss curling into his arms and telling him about my day. Furthermore, I miss knowing he’ll always be mine—that no one will ever know me like he does. Furthermore, I miss his lips and his hands. Furthermore, I miss his heart and his soul. Furthermore, I miss every part of him. I feel so empty. Can a person die of emptiness?

A Little Too Far