Every now and then, I wake up in the
middle of the
night with a pain deep in my stomach and heart
full of regret. And as I look to my bedside table, I crawl
deeper into bed, trying even harder to fall asleep, trying hard to
look away from that old photograph. Hateful thoughts flash through my mind,
begging God to give you back.
But no matter what I do, you
aren't here anymore.
