You're waking slowly whilst holding the bouquet of flowers that he loves. You still can't believe that you're in the place where he is the only one waiting for you. You look at him and smile. You felt happy, excited and the longing to hold his hands. You sit beside him, whilst cherishing the moments you have in the cool air that embracing you. You touch him and that instant, you cried.
"Why did you leave me?" You cried so loud "We're supposed to be with each other not go before the other! I hate you!" You burst out, you've been holding the weigh and the pain of his death since then. You never show anyone about this but him. After you cried for hours, you whispered "I miss you so much, very much" the wind blew and you feel his embrace "Thank you"
You've been doing this for quite awhile. Talking to him in his grave every day till night. It's been part of your routine. You always feel him beside you, smiling, talking and hugging you. He never fail to tell you that you are not alone.
"I love you too" you said as you feel him so near to you. "Till next time my dear" and you kiss him goodbye.
