Here I am, all sickly in bed.

It's because she's gone, I say. I've lost my motivation to do anything of significance.

More and more I find myself needing her beside me, without which I find myself lacking in more ways than one.

So slipping underneath the covers, my sore throat is making way for something more sinister. Or at least I hope that won't be the case.

I'm tired, I feel weak, and I need to quit smoking.

Maybe it's about time I went back...