I open the door to my bedroom. The sweetest scent of orange blossoms surrounds me. I can almost feel him holding my hand. Almost...
Staring at the little white flowers I think about him. Sudden, startling waves of sadness crushingly wash over me. I struggle to breathe. I try to smile, but battle stinging tears instead.
I have come to realize over these past two days (has it really only been two days?!), to an even greater depth, that I cannot live without him. He is like the fragrance of my orange blossoms - warm, comforting, caring, beautiful - he surrounds me with his love.
He makes me happy. And flowers are just not a good enough replacement (she laughs).
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