The world was ours we had that special kind of love. Deep down in the soul we knew it was forever when we first met. Not long after we married and lived an amazing life of laughter joy and amazing intimacy. Now one else in the entire universe could ever be so perfect. Years went by like seconds on a clock yet we never lost that spark or longing for each other. Then one day the news came back and I was stricken with a sickness. Everyday she was at my side though the good and the bad. She always put up a good front but I could see the sadness in her eyes. I told her I was going to beat this and it would not take me. She smiles and and stroked my hair kissing my cheek. Then that day came when I could feel my body start to float, I could look down and see myself and you weeping on my chest. I did not want to leave you, you must be strong and carry on. Laid to rest you would come visit me every day and talk to me for hours. You looked so sad I wanted to hug you but I was unable. My shouts fell away unnoticed as you would walk slowly away. Days turned into years and your visits slowed down from every day to a couple times a week to once a month then only on our anaversery. I knew in my heart I had to let you go. Soon my time with you stopped. The flowers that you brought slowly wilted and the green grass turned to dirt. One day I will find you again as love like this can never truly die.
This one made me cry ridiculously hard. I am the daughter of a widow, and truthfully, this is my nightmare. She visits him, at least once a week. Puts new flowers, mows the grass...he is not forgotten.
This is so beautiful. It’s a wonderful thought to have a love like that, one that transcends time and space. It’s a romantic notion yet so many books, films, artistic works are created about it. This hurt my heart to read. It’s lovely, so bittersweet as is much of life, I think.
This was very unexpected but in a such a good way. Not to seem an emotional mess I held my tears to the end, so intense was your tale of everlasting and eternal love.
