Now that she's gone I'm finding it difficult to enjoy the things it once made me the happiest. It doesn't matter what it is: the changing seasons, a coffee shop, my favorite blended coffee drink, my favorite T.V. show or just a beautiful sunny day. The only word that comes to mind is numb. As much as I wamt to love these things again, I don't want to love them without her. She is like a drug to me, enhancing everything to the point that I cant help but to enjoy.