Chapter 8

• My room, which usually brings me comfort whenever I feel burdened by life problems, now feels like a strange, lifeless space. I gingerly walk into it, taking one careful step after another until I get to my bed.
• I stare back at it, remembering how it used to be warm and comfortable. How I used to roll around it all night while I think back to the memorable dates I had with Matt.
• Or was it when we were planning the wedding? I would stay up all night, anticipating, while my body tingles with excitement as I await what will happen on my wedding night.