In time I’ll get used to the extra room in our my bed. The first night of sleeping alone was hard. I hardly slept and missed your warmth against me. The covers were not warm enough or soft enough to soothe me. I’ll get used to life without you but it will take a long time. D.C.

Giving up
doesn’t always
mean you
are weak;
sometimes it
means that
you are
strong enough
to let go.