Which is every day, just about all the time really, I think of his big smile and his gentle nature. He was my rock, and I was his. We helped each other find a way through life together, which is what we'd both been waiting for all this time; someone to be with for the rest of our lives. The nights are starting to draw in, and I'm surrounded by memories of Allan. It's amazing just how much we had together, even though it was mostly just day to day stuff like going out to work, making dinner, sharing a bottle of beer. Living they call it I think... We'd both been looking for something, and we found it. Not lots of money, flash cars, etc but someone to just be there every day, to love us for who we were and to care. That's what I miss most of all, the feeling that I've got someone coming home to me. Coming back to the house, empty and dark, reminds me sadl of what I've lost; this place has no warmth, no soul, it's not a home anymore.