Losing You (a novelette)

           I used to think I couldn't go a day without your smile. Without telling you things and hearing your voice back.

         Then, that day arrived and it was so damn hard but the next was harder. And I knew with a sinking feeling it was going to get worse and I wasn't going to be okay for a very long time.

           Because loving someone isn't an occasion or an event. It doesn't happen once. It happens over and over again. I love you every time. Whenever that one song plays on the radio; when I saw that character you love the most, or I passed through a McDonald's shop.

          I love you every time I think of kissing you, holding you or wanting you. I go to bed at night and lose you, when I wish I could tell you about my day. And in the morning, when I wake and reach for the empty space across the sheets, I begin to lose you all over again.