Hey, Thanks for catching my stove, there.... I really appreciate the work you put into it. You didn't even need to do it, but you did anyways. How are you so kind? I'm eternally grateful, honestly.

I really appreciate it, though. Things have been pretty hard lately... Ever since she disappeared, it's been pretty hard. I don't know what to do anymore... All I have is my kitchen. Who am I without my stovetop, my sink, my open concept kitchen, the tile backsplash... It's all I am anymore. I spend every hour in this kitchen, against these walls, baking, cooking, steaming, eating. There's nothing else to my existence.

I've been crying myself to sleep every night. I feel completely empty, nowadays, and I'm not sure when I'll feel better again. It almost feels like I'm being haunted, honestly. I keep her portrait in my kitchen, so that maybe she can enjoy it as much as I do. But recently, it's just felt like I'm being watched by her...


Gone But Not Forgotten