I have always liked plain carpets, clean and cool enough to make one catch his breath. I am no longer stubbornly refusing to eat. I warmed up the food and dishes in the microwave, ate silently, then heated a bag of milk to drink. All these were taught by you, and I didn't forget any of them. It's very quiet in the house now, and your scent is still in the air. I think I miss you, extremely, overwhelmingly, incurably. But I don't know how to let you know. At this moment, I am going crazy wanting you to be with me.