The air smells sharply of pine, dry needles rustling under my booted feet as I stroll through the sparse undergrowth. I shiver against the cool air, burrowing deeper into the comforting shelter of my thick jacket, walking aimlessly as I try to forget.
It's been three days now. Three days without her, and I don't know how to cope with the loss. I can still feel her warmth shifting above me when I close my eyes; the way she moves, her searching kiss, her soft, demanding touch as she plays my body in the night.
I love her. I love her, heart and soul, but it's not enough.