I can't

This blog was meant to be an outlet for me. It was meant to help me get all of my thoughts out, and maybe even let loose with some of my creativity. Often, when miserable, I am creative.

But she was my muse, and a muse like no other. I have yet to find something or someone to replace that. It's been difficult.

I close my eyes at night and still see her face, eyes looking into mine like they used to. I dream of her holding my hand and wake up expecting to feel it in mine, but it's not. And now she is farther away than ever.