Sometimes I feel a bit lost. I feel like I have a compass that doesn't have a point. I don't know where I'm going.

I miss having someone to talk to the way we did. Someone to wake up to. I miss morning breath. I miss that beauty spot just above your breast. I miss a lot of things.

I have a shadow, one who I talk to, but never hear. People can see my shadow, but I'm the one who's attached to it.