Maya, Amai

Tragedy, Love

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When Maya died a dream world began. All my senses had the numbness of dreams. I couldn’t see, hear, touch taste or smell anything through the thick foggy veil of sadness and disbelief. I had lost the love of my life early and unexpectedly.

I partially emerged from the dream world once in a while lying on the bed we shared, in the room we shared, in the apartment we shared. But I did not fully emerge…