I feel myself implode, and all I can think about is how much I miss him. I miss curling into his arms and telling him about my day. I miss knowing he’ll always be mine—that no one will ever know me like he does. I miss his lips and his hands. I miss his heart and his soul. I miss every part of him.I feel so empty.Can a person die of emptiness?
Lisa Desrochers, A Little Too Far
new-adult