He didn't realize how badly he needed you until you were gone.

He didn't like how cold the other side of the bed felt, he hated the silence that filled the house. He needed your light, your smile, your warmth. And he was going to get it back.

He had swallowed his pride, and he gently knocked on your door one afternoon, holding a bouquet of flowers he remembered you liked. And he waited, and waited, and waited.

Please be home ...