29 January 1.45 am
I missed my ex a lot today, especially when I saw a woman crying for her husband's death. I attended someone's funeral today, and I could understand her pain. I never want to see him die or anything painful happen to him. No matter what happens in my life, I marry whoever I constantly want to know about his existence in this world and his healthy well-being. I can't just let him be, because I already feel this pain in my chest when I think of us. Right now, when I was writing my book about this semi-fictional person, I started recollecting memories of us at the Marriott the last time we went there. This is so weird, and recently today I was talking to another didi about all the things about my companionship with him, like late-night talks, his concern towards me, him tying my shoelaces in the middle of the street, treating me like a kid, and pampering me. I miss his love for me and mine for him too. I miss his friendship in my life, his comfort, and his firm presence.
