screams from the balcony.

I miss Monique, I say it all the time, but it's true. I find when the slightest something goes wrong in my life, the sting of her absence intensifies and It leaves me paralyzed with loneliness. I fool myself into believing that I'll be ok as long as I keep busy and spend as much time with my friends as I can, but there are times when friends aren't around and I don't want to keep busy, and then I find myself in my empty house, walking from room to room, and sighing with discontent, because I can't find comfort in being alone like most. I miss her presence, her voice, I miss the other half I was born with. This house feels sad, it too longs for her life to dwell between these walls.