March 14th
Twenty-four years of memories.
I woke up and looked out the window like I always do. But the garden was just… empty.
No Alice watering the flowers. No smell of her morning coffee. No music coming from her kitchen window.
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For 24 years, I lived next door to her. We used to play hide and seek as kids. We used to climb trees in the park and pretend we were superheroes. We used to spend hours building forts in the backyard with old blankets and pillows. We used to stay up late. We used to go on long walks by the river. We used to go boating.
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It's strange. I'm not sure what to do with all this space in my life now.
I guess I'll get used to it eventually. But right now, it just doesn't feel real.