It's the morning after...
The quiet is so different from before. Everything about this house is different.
I just have to think of her and my emotions take over. I was prepared but when it's all said and done there is still a void. Like my friend would say, Maika was a slice of my pie, and now she's gone.
There's no heavy snoring next to me where she slept, no looks of adoration, no barks of protections, no Maika Lee.
I don't like this quiet. I miss her. But I'll get used to it.
Maika Lee, you'll always be my number one. I love you.
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