zdenek-50220598 @zdenek-50220598
I wake up to the sound of my own sobbing. My body is aching all over, and my mind is racing with thoughts of what I've lost. It's been two years since his passing, but it still feels like yesterday that I was holding him in my arms for the last time.
My name is Hottie, or at least that's what he used to call me when we were together. We met on a chance encounter six years ago, and it was love at first sight. He would always say I had a way of lighting up a room with just one smile. He loved my curves - my big boobs, long legs, blue eyes... everything about me.
We were inseparable for five years before he got sick. I took care of him every step of the way, and when he passed away, it felt like a part of me had been ripped out.
I'm 45 now, but I feel so much older than that. My life has been one big mess since he left me behind. I lost my job, our house went into foreclosure... everything just fell apart.
As I sit here in this dimly lit room, staring at the floor, I realize that I've been living in a state of numbness for too long. The grief is starting to wear off, but it's leaving behind a deep sadness and loneliness.
I'm scared, I won't lie. What if I never find love again? What if I'm stuck like this forever
