have you ever heard a joke, or read an article, or looked at a painting, or listened to a song, or watched a touching, intimate moment – and the first thought that comes to your mind is to tell him about it, because you know that he would have loved it?
and then you realize that he is not part of your life anymore – so you could not do all that.
and your smile stops there. and you sigh instead.
and you bite your lips hard as if that could help obliterating the thought.
and you feel some tears rolling down your cheeks.
your wound is healed, but the scar remains.