When I was younger, I always have someone beside me. The warmth I feel beside my bed, seeps through the veins of my body unto my heart. This affection I feel almost every night reminds me that I am not alone in this world.
But as the year goes by, the young me, doesn't believe nor think that change is inevitable. I belittle the power of change, not knowing that this will be the exact reason why I would fall out someday.
The woman I shared the bed every night have embarked to make a mark, not only in my heart, but with my soul too. If only I could hide her and keep her in my pocket, I would.
Years later, she started to feel the ache that I wished I could get. In order to lessen her pain. But, the only thing that I could do is to come with her in hospital.
I still remember until now the reek of pain, and death. And every time I see her flinch, my heart twitches with ache.
Seven years have passed. I am still looking for a memory card.
I badly want to store her smell, voice, and even just her sound of fun.
There were days wherein I find myself not seeking for the warmth I felt seven years ago. But for the times I crave for it, I only find the coldness of a dump pillow. The missing space cannot and will not be replaced by anyone.
I hope to find a memory card someday. For now, this dreary routine will never end, but life must continue, with or without the empty space.
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