The stars no longer shine after you leave me. They hide behind the clouds and flicker vaguely like the fire of my heart all the time, which sometimes falls off and diminishes. Your absence is becoming more and more noticeable in my life day by day.
Your favorite books, the bookshelves that used to be complete, are now empty, and I can no longer see your favorite mug overflowing with coffee. I've packed your clothes, but they're in the drawer downstairs, but I hope they keep your scent.
The nights are cold without you because you are not here to hold me. The warmth cannot reach my poor bones; it cold in the absence of your love; you knew when I needed something and how much love I needed. I'm sitting alone on the sofa, wrapped in a faded blanket, though you used it, thinking of a better day. We loved that same couch, bathed in the warmth of the fireplace, and our emotions disappeared.
Our bed now seems huge just to me, and this bed no longer remembers the shape of your body. My nightmares haunt me at night; Now, I don't have the person closest to me to hug me. I woke up trembling and went to hug you, but you were not in bed. Where are you, my dear? Where did you go without me?
I just read the letters you wrote during our first visit, now the papers are yellow and wrinkled over time, and my hand is touching them. I cherish the pages so that the touches reach you. I can feel your crooked smile when I close my eyes and remember, but the black eyes that I once saw now seem blurry; I don't know why; maybe it's changing over time. It also appears that this is just a distant memory of the mark left on my soul. I can still hear your voice, lazily. A whisper 'I love you' ringing in my ears as if wanting to share our lifelong happiness.
You promised to be by my side for the rest of my life, even the one you hung on the wall of our room, reminding me that I still wear the fancy ring on my finger. Was it true, my love? Did you love me But the silence in the living room says otherwise? But still, I see your shadow everywhere, in the evening on the street when we go for a walk in the moonlight, where we first met.
Your shadow follows me all the time. It won't leave me alone; I try to forget you, but I don't want to, I can't. I try to remember you, and it hurts me even more. I feel very selfish; I blame you for my sorrow and suffering. I try, you know, I try to respect you always. I try my best to be happy with myself, hold on to your memory, and appreciate it. But it isn't straightforward to survive when I don't know how to breathe without you.
