Drenched in Nostalgia

  Ella:  Looking outside the window, I stared at the glowing stars. Deep down inside, I knew he was probably doing the same thing. We were gazing at the night sky hoping each other is fine even though a piece of us was missing. I closed the curtain and lay in bed. I was wide-awake for the second time in a row. Here I was missing my other half, wishing he missed me too. Oh, I longed for sleep to overtake me, but it would not.
    Maybe my problem was taking catnaps during the day. I would not give those up at this moment. As soon as my head hits the pillow, I dream of him with his arms around me. Those naps in the daytime provided me with nostalgia during the night. I could write him a letter, but that would only wake me even more.
    I remember him and me perching on the lounging chairs in the backyard just to watch the sunset. I couldn't do that now without him. All of my activities that involved him were abruptly halted by his departure.
    As I got up to walk around, I looked back at the spot where he used to lay. There was no one there to coax me into lying back down. Wandering around, I noticed that there was pure silence surrounding me. It was not as bad as it used to be. I guess I have gotten used to being alone. Going into the hallway brought back memories of the night before he left. We stayed in the hall, holding hands and crying because we both knew it was his time to go. I glanced down at my hands, feeling sad. His fingers were once intertwined with mine.
    I made my way to the back porch to sit myself down on the ground. This was my thinking place where I could not be interrupted during the evening. Of course, he was on my mind. I did not feel alone anymore. As weird as it may sound, I swear I felt his presence beside me.
    My eyes grew brighter with hope and my body becomes stronger with every memory of him. This was not my time to mope around the house. No, I had to get out and live my own life even if he wasn't by my side. Smiling to myself, I knew he was not near me but a part of his soul was living in me. He would not be forgotten no matter the circumstances for he is always in my heart.