I wake up from my sleep, which felt like a million years. 

A million years that was really just a slumber. A slumber that was equally painful as a dynamic stab to your heart.

A heart full of nothing. Nothing happy. Happiness never ceased to exist. Existence was the soul alone.

Alone was I.

I chuckle quietly as I sit up from my bed. My bed reminded me of her. She smelled of fresh strawberries. 

Strawberry scented shampoo. The shampoo we both used when we were together. Together was long ago.

Long ago when we were innocent lovebirds. Lovebirds as one.

One day she left.

..Just left.