Love.

She lays back and has toons on in the background but turns to her side and sees an empty side of the bed. Her heart trying to grasp the moments that were shared last she reaches for her freshly filled photo album. She runs her fingers gently through the plastic wrapped pages and she comes across one of the most delicate pages of all. The emptiness is filled, and now she awaits a voice to return to her ear as the minutes pass through the long evening.

I do love him. Indeed I do.