> Aug 3rd. The pain pulled me from sleep again. I felt discomfort—a tightness in my shoulders that spread to my arms. My heart was burdened. And the dream. The dream was vivid, too vivid. Her skin had texture. I remember the scent of her hand when I kissed it—soft, intimate, unforgettable. My heart raced with excitement as I showed her around. But now all of that is gone. I woke up today, just like I have for the past year, next to an empty space—perfectly preserved. I have a longing that’s killing me.