People often ask me what itâs like since she left. There are no words. Itâs like waking up on Christmas morning and not feeling the joy or love or excitement. Itâs like going to a Blue Clawâs game just to get a lemonade and not being able to taste it. Itâs like lying in bed at night with her arms wrapped around you and not being able feel the warmth of her skin. Itâs like taking off your EnChroma glasses and suddenly seeing a dull, colorless world again. Itâs like listening to music and not getting goosebumps. Itâs like hearing her say your name and not recognizing her voice. Itâs like writing your names in the sand and having a wave immediately wash them away. Itâs like coming home after a long day and still feeling like a guest. And itâs so much more and yet so much less.
