When I spoke to you every tremor in my being that used to keep me up at night disappeared like a piece of cotton candy melting on the tip of my tongue.

The sweetness of your laughter electrified me whenever I was able to say something smart and witty.

It saddens me greatly that I'll never be able to hear that laughter in person, on our own bed, when we rest our heads to sleep for the last time in our old age.

The depth of your mind acted as a space for me to freely express my own ideas. Your pushbacks challenged me in ways that thrilled my soul.

But now its gone and I feel so empty, like a cup discarded at the end of a beautiful meal among the dirty dishes in a sink that won't be touched ever again.