Only you would know

And that night, amidst the overwhelming sadness of realizing that no one could truly comprehend the depth of my despair, there existed another layer of sorrow. It is a sorrow that no amount of warmth, pressure, or nostalgic memories can alleviate. Your presence, your body, constantly occupies my thoughts as I long to feel your gentle breath against the nape of my neck and yearn to capture your fragrance when I turn to seek solace. But alas, I am cruelly reminded that the only chill on my neck emanates from the frigid air entering through the wide-open window, causing the delicate snowflakes to dance in the room. The only reminder of you is the lingering scent of your "So in Love" perfume on my nightstand. So if it appears selfish of me to hold onto this pain, unable to forgive you for your actions, yet hoping you would release me from this desolation, please understand that it is a particular kind of sorrow, one that only you can comprehend.