When people talk about heartbreak, they usually talk about the person.
Their voice.
Their face.
Their messages.
Their memories.
But sometimes that is not the part you miss most.
Sometimes you miss the ordinary life that existed around them.
The morning routine.
The place you always stopped.
The food you ordered.
The stupid joke that became part of your day.
The sound of someone moving around in the next room.
The tiny habits you never thought you would notice until they disappeared.



