It's morning and I haven't opened my eyes yet. I can already feel the warmth of the sun shining through the window. I hear the birds singing their songs. The warmth of the bed is so inviting. Life isn't perfect but it's close enough. I'm happy.

I reach across the bed to get some morning cuddles. My arm felt nothing. I reach again, and nothing. A panicked fear starts to kick in. Imidiately followed by a deep dread.

I open my eyes but I don't even have to look. Your not there. You haven't been for a long time. I'm not in my bed. I'm not even in the same city. Why does this still happen?

It's been over a year since you left me. I was sure you were the one for me. I just wasn't the one for you. This has never happened to me with anyone else. I guess it's just my subconscious trying to remind me where home is. I havent the heart to tell him if I could.

The price is so very high, but on the mornings this happens to me, for a brief second, I'm happy. I have everything I ever wanted, at least the important things. Pure Nirvana then seconds later I have to accept the fact I'll never get to see you again. Even if I did, a conversation with me would be the last thing you would want.

My last gift to you was a life without me in it. You told me what you wanted and I gave it to you. I will always love you. I will always miss you.

Ta amo mi bella,

Kyle