I keep getting reminded of what the thought that your absence was going to saturate my life felt like. That terrible, lifeless and meaningless void scares me even today. To have thought you wouldn’t be around to think or feel a certain way, similarly or differently, to what I do to certain things. All that I felt seized my breath away and feeling capable of apprehending your mind was replaced by a picture of bright, blue skies with vague and thin clouds. And how I began hating the heat pricking through me. I officially hate summers now. Grateful as I am for second chances and seeing the sombre, impregnantly orange sunset to this the day, I cannot help but be scared of a blindingly bright day recurring tomorrow.