Soulmate.

I keep my everything in my hands.
 Another one has just gone for a long journey. As always at about this time. Sad times for all of us. It's the hardest time ever. When you feel like a part of your soul has gone for a while. You won't hug her, won't touch her, won't hang out, won't just sit back and enjoy even silence. Her smell, her voice, her soul is so wonderful that you can die for it. And nothing else matters. And you can't imagine that someday all that would dissapear.