I wake up to a loud banging on my door. I sigh and look down. The empty space where my legs once were, glares up at me. And believe me when I say I glare back down.

I role over and into my wheel chair. It doesn’t hurt. I can’t feel anything. I haven’t been able to feel anything where my legs used to be in a long time. In fact, I don’t remember a time when I could. That’s okay though, it ge...

The dim lights flicker above me as I earnestly walk towards my one bedroom apartment that I share with you. You sleep on the couch. The couch is empty. The orange knitted blanket you usually sleep with is thrown over the coffee table beside it. Your favorite mug is filled to the brim with a dark brown liquid. Tea, I think. I shake my head-you always fill it up too much and end up spilling it- but...

Tomorrow you’ll become one. You’ll be his and he’ll be yours. I don’t want you to be his. I want you to be my mine. I want to be known for being yours. Even though you seem to love him, I can’t bear to see you with him. I want to see you with me. But I can’t tell you. Even though you make my stomach flutter and my skin burn and my heart melt. Even though I never want to hurt you and he does. Even...

His eyes were blue.

Or were they brown?

Maybe they were green like plants with dew.

All I remember is that there were two.

I feel like I’m going to drown.

My memories have gone.

Like the night into dawn.

You made me, well me.

But I’ve lost you, don’t you see.

You left me all alone.

In our too big home.

You’ve been gone so long.

I’m starting to forget.

It feels so wrong.

Why did yo...