Our wedding rings sit in a drawer now. I can't...

Our wedding rings sit in a drawer now. I can't bring myself to sell them yet. Maybe I never will. I catch myself still saying "we" instead of "I". Still checking my phone expecting your texts. Still cooking too much food because I forget I'm only feeding one now. The house is too quiet. Too empty. Too full of memories I don't know what to do with. People keep asking if I'm okay. I tell them I am. But the truth is I don't know how to be okay with failing at the one thing I thought I'd never fail at. Marriage. Us. I'm sorry. For everything. For not being enough. For giving up. For letting us become strangers who used to be everything.