Master Bedroom

There used to be a large bed here, along with an dated doll cabinet that shelved old memories and photographs of us. There usually were clothes on the floor, and plenty of jewelry scattered around... which more often than not I took upon myself to borrow. Most days came and went and no time was spent in this place, but it wasn't the time or the fact that there was "stuff" in this room. It was her.

When I finally convinced her to move out with me (almost 5 years ago) I remember thinking we have never been so close. Every year we normally would see each other for holidays, and birthdays, the typical family gatherings. Most summers were spent together for our birthdays, and every time we would be with one another it was like we never left... but all too suddenly the birthdays came and went and the summers got shorter and shorter. When the opportunity came up for us to move in together, we grabbed it. Life took over each of us individually, and even though she was next to my wall at one point, across the house, and even down the hall, I feel like we missed a lot. Because you never look at things that you have, and truly appreciate them until they are gone. Until they are missing... and there is an emptiness where they used to be.

There used to be a large bed here, along with an dated doll cabinet that shelved old memories and photographs of us... there used to be a warmth in here, my best friend used. to. be. here. Now all I can see is empty, and the night keeps on reminding me that she left.