I open the door to her room. 

All of her stuff is still there, but the cold is unnatural. 

She never liked the cold. 

We never talked about her dying because I didn’t want to face that inevitably.

I know she had said once that she will be with me in spirit, but why can’t she be here physically?

Why can she not be laying in the bed watching her favorite shows?

What good comes from her being with me in spirit when I just want to give her one more hug?

I miss her so much.

I want her to see everything I have done.

Why can’t she be here?