Pain of Missing Her

The pain of missing her is something I carry every day. It’s not just the absence of her presence, but the little things that linger in my heart—the sound of her laughter, the way her smile lit up a room, the warmth of her hand in mine. It’s the quiet moments that hit the hardest, when everything around me seems to remind me of what we had and what’s now gone. I miss the conversations, the way we’d talk about anything and everything, and the way just being near her made the world feel right. Now, there’s an emptiness, a void where she used to be, and it’s impossible to fill. The ache is deep, a kind of longing that words can’t fully express. It’s the realization that no matter how much I want to, I can’t turn back time, can’t relive those moments, can’t have her beside me anymore. There’s a weight in missing her, a kind of quiet sorrow that follows me around. It’s in the memories we made and the future we’ll never have. And while time may dull the sharp edges of that pain, the ache of missing her—the love we once shared—will always be a part of me. It’s not something that fades easily, because she was, and still is, such a significant part of my heart.