Bed with empty side, legs diagonally across the space

His side still holds his scent, I roll over and breathe Him, breathe us, in deeply.

Always by my side and always on my side, His absence this morning is felt but is not a lack of something, more a space that I expand into. A space to grow and a space to grow love.

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Sinful Sunday
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