His lover and best friend is gone. No more lazy Sunday mornings and football season is complacent. He hopes for a butt dial or drunk text if his number hasn’t been deleted. He is in pain. He forces himself to meet new people. He will return home empty handed again and again. No other woman tickles his fancy. No other woman is desirable. He must unwillingly let go or risk going mad. He must convince his heart that she no longer exists. He must admit the memories are make believe and never had he possessed such beauty.
Her mourning coffee 