She received the key and address late one evening on her balcony in Paris. The only thing that accompanied it was a single, delicate flower and a card with the simple words; 'I Miss You.'
The pounding of her heart rang in her ears as she ascended the stairs and stepped into the room. Nothing can describe the tangling of her insides as she gazed down and saw the tousled, empty bed.
With no sign of her lover, the only thing left to do was wrap herself in the scent that lingered on the sheets. It is said that no one can truly grow up until they have felt the utter soul smashing pain of a love lost