Quiet memories of past

Exhaustion had become a permanent fixture in her life, Becca still awoke feeling...tired. Unfocused and out of sorts. Most of the time she contributed it to the hectic life she was living, many times she wondered if it wasn't clinical depression, she had a few of the symptoms... "lethargy, without reason or cause." Well she did have a reason...
What she really needed was a little quiet time down at the beach laying in a beach chair sipping a margarita, without facing any decision except whether or not she was going to walk along the waters edge a little longer.
She was tired of being alone, of waking up in an empty bed. In the first months after Joe left, Becca couldn't even imagine loving another man again. It was as if the feelings for male companionship didn't even exist.
Time passed and eventually so did the numbness she had grown accustomed to. In it's place, reality settled in. As much as she tried to move on, Becca always found her thoughts drawn to Joe. It seemed as if everything reminded her of him.
She loved the way Joe looked when he slept, one arm resting above his head, the rise and fall of his chest when he breathed, and he always smelled like...well, he smelled like him, and now it was getting even harder to remember what that was like. That..saddened her most of all.