My legs give out as I look at my shop.
My eyes still tear up as I look at the empty chair next to me.
My smile will always fade when I see Verity's silver-blond hair become wet with tears as she comes to ask me a question.
My face always falls when I watch mom lay out the place mats. She still lays nine.
My heart fell with hurt as I named my son.
Why?
Because all of these remind me of my lost half.