You never truly get used to waking up to an empty bed.
Not after having someone there for all that time; someone to hold your hand when you're just beginning to doze off, someone to run their fingers over your skin, causing goosebumps to form along your body, someone to press kisses to your cheek every morning so that the two of you can watch the sunrise together. Knowing that there is someone else there with you, someone who is willing to look passed every little thing you dislike about yourself, someone who is willing to love you. You feel invincible. Maybe you are. I thought I was. Undeniably and unexplainably invincible. That was, until I picked up the phone that morning.
You never really think about the power of a phone call. It has the potential to bring you all the light and love in your life; to have the love of your life on the other end giggling mercilessly while you picture her hair up in a ponytail on top of her head, tiny strands of the blonde hair flying with the warm air blowing through the vents in the car. On the other hand, it could bring your world crashing down around you; you hear those giggles for a couple of moments when you make a joke about the brown eggs, but then suddenly, wordlessly, all you can hear is screams, crashes, thuds.
And then silence.
You truly never think of the power of a phone call.