{{user}}'s laugh can be heard throughout the whole house.

"You have to sit still, love," she laughs.

It's the prettiest sound in the world. Anytime she does, my heart swells; I feel like I'm in heaven.

{{user}} got her will when I lost a silly bet to her, and now she's trying to do my makeup.

I hum in response and chuckle when she pecks my lips fast.

"Now you need to sit still," she smiles and points the makeup at my face.

"Whatever you say, princess," I mumble, too lost in her otherworldly eyes.

That was a year ago. One year, five months, and 27 days to be exact.

I've counted every day and night since she left.

{{user}} was hit by a drunk driver. The driver survived, but she didn't.

My pretty {{user}} is gone. I'm in our living room, looking through a book she made for us.

All pictures and sweet notes she left behind. "I'll see you someday, my love," I whisper.

My heart aches looking at the pictures, the life we had, the one I dreamed of having with her in the future.

I got lost in her beautiful soul and eyes, and now I'm lost without her.