Pedestal

Donathen my love,
You never put me on a pedestal. You just loved me for me. How rare a commodity is that? No amount of flesh on my thighs turned you away.In fact, the more flesh, the better. No morning breath, no sweat smell, nothing from me made you cringe. And if it ever did, you never let me know. You had this ability to just love me. Raw and unadulterated love of me. Nothing I ever did made you leave. Nothing I ever said made you pack your bags.You took unspoken vows. Better OR worse. Didn't matter. I can hear your voice in my ear. "I got you." You would grin at me. Or, you would fight with me but you never shut out your heart from me and it astonished me. I simply had never met anyone who loved as you did. Never met anyone who just loved me. Me for me. Good with not good. The best and the worst of me you loved. I did not abuse that gift. I loved you back with all of the might and generosity a woman can give a man. But who will accept me as you did? Who will love the wrinkles, the added flesh, the aging face? Who will accept without problem, the weaknesses, the idiosyncrasies, the bit of craziness? Perhaps there will be someone but they will not be you.
The hole within the center of me, it's circumference gets wider, and deeper and at times, I feel I no longer have a heart. Just an empty space that once held it. The empty space creates an ache which is vast. I miss your smells. I miss your touch. I miss your face. Your smile. Your scowl. Every little bit of you. I miss. Every. Little. Bit. You never put me on a pedestal, so you never had to tear me down.