As i traced her silhouette while she lay on bed, nothing came to mind. The words just didn't flow. The rhythm of her breathing is steady, calm. Her hair is in a mess and reeks of alcohol and cigarettes from the night before. She had been mildly happy with that night, and i felt bad knowing that i could've done more. Maybe less. I look at her and a wide spectrum of emotions flow in. She means the world to me. My everything. I can't lose her.