As he sat on the balcony by the window of her room, he remembered the beautiful memory of his childhood. It was such a delightful time. It's been three years since he lost her. He didn't visit her grave often because he loves her too much to see her lie among the dead, in that field full of grey stones. She is too precious to be lying out there in the cold, all by herself.
She was a ray of sunshine. Sparkling and lighting up every nook and corner that seemed dull, taking his hand and always reminding him that how precious this life is. She was that one soul who always urged him to move forward until he has no strength left. They would run up and down the backyard stairs trying to catch each other and fighting to read the same books but no matter how much they fought, they could fight off the world for each other. They were just like the moon and the dark sky. So, contrasting, yet so incomplete without each other. She was his everything. With her, he always had a friend.
Now he stands in front of the puppets they made as kids, inhaling the emotions that they hold. He regrets not telling her, just how much he cherished her. Standing there for twenty minutes, he slowly falls to the ground. It's like his eyes can hold no longer as they close. Drifting off to unending sleep, he tells his wife, 'I will always and forever be by your side. I will find you; I promise.'
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