Some days were worse than others.
Those days meant bleeding wounds of the emotional sort and not the physical ones.
They meant tears that never wanted to end, and pain that seemed eternal.
Her heart ached and broke in nearly every possible way as tears turned to broken gasps and pain screamed throughout her eyes.
Everyday, her pain seemed worse and worse; she missed Monika who used to wake up beside her and who used to be such a loving person when it came to dogs as her shell would fall.
Amelia missed every sweet kiss whenever they were alone, and every whispered word of comfort.
She missed gentle fingers through her hair and the loving, blue eyes that she'd grown to love as well.
The American missed their daily work outs together and their inside jokes that Monika insisted weren't inside jokes.
She missed lazy afternoons when she could convince Monika to watch t.v. with her and cuddle on the couch.
Amelia missed playfully attempting to sing karaoke to her girlfriend and having that be met by embarrassed rejection from her other half.
She missed the little reminders to be careful with whatever Amelia planned to do that could get her hurt from driving to some new shenanigan.
She missed her most of all: the one that had eased the hurt away and made each day worth living.
Amelia missed the one who wasn't here anymore and could not be.
Life seemed so unfair to the young woman who had lost her everything one day as if things like that could occur so easily and spread regret.
She knew human life was fragile, but still her heart ached as if by some surprise, she was to be left wounded forever.
Monika had been her world and without her, Amelia felt as if she'd lost herself and every good thing that existed too.