The words behind the moment
The Empty Space Beside Me
A letter from Sofia
The morning light is pouring through the window, but the room feels muted without your laugh echoing in it. I catch myself reaching across the bed, expecting to find your warmth, only to grasp the cool sheets. I miss you in a way that feels physical, like an ache settled right behind my ribs.
Every cup of coffee and every familiar song reminds me of the quiet moments we shared. I keep glancing at my phone, hoping for a message, just to feel a little closer to you. Until you walk back through that door, my favorite people and places will just be placeholders.