Jane is my shining sun and my glistening moon in the dead of night.
Everything is dark and dull without her presence, for she is my light.
I see black and white and she is my colour. She is my life; Nothing can replace her.
It's been a while since I've appreciated life. I see greys and faint shades, as dull as ever. My Jane, my colour is gone forever. I stand upon her stone grave with her favourite flower in hand. Reading her name carved into the tombstone felt like seeing her for the first time again.
The End.
