Missing Her Touch

I met her at my friend's party last year. She was this vibrant soul with a smile that could light up the darkest room. We clicked instantly, and soon we were messaging each other late into the night, sharing stories, hopes, dreams. But then life happened. I got busy with work, she went back to school. Things slowed down between us. We tried keeping it going, but it just wasn't the same. She's married now, happily settled. And yet... sometimes in bed next to my wife, her name slips out. It's stupid, I know. But there’s this aching emptiness where she used to be.