Alexithymia

They were never a perfect couple. Like a lot of other couples they fought about stupid things, big things, little things but they always kissed and made up. He really was her rock, there to pull her up and keep her strong and she was his support and a safety net to fall back into.
After months and months on the road he always looked forward to falling into her arms and mindlessly talking about what happened on tour. She would sit there and run her hands through his hair and listen or even pretend to listen as she tried her best to stay awake.
John and Kim, Kim and John. It had always been the two of them. They shared the same group of friends. They adopted Kim like a sister into the brotherhood the boys had formed.

Things changed like the wind.
He didn’t come home to her. She lay in bed alone.
She wasn’t twisting her fingers around his hair. She was twisting the cold ring around her finger.
No stories were shared with her. She just replayed memories in her mind.
He wasn’t her rock anymore. She was lost.
The friends they shared now didn’t come near her. She was no longer part of it. Her face not welcome.
On the rare nights she would sleep, she’d fall asleep alone.
While a large envelop haunted her from her dresser.
It was all her fault