I only had 48 weeks. 48 weeks were I could call her my wife, and in response hear my husband. Then there was the 5 years before that. Where together we build not only a relationship, but a friendship that stood the test of time. Through the good and the bad we stood together knowing that the future that was down that long narrowing road was worth it.

But then that one day came around. The day that no one ever plans for. That no one ever expects.

There are so many things that we find difficult in life, but the hardest of them all has to be saying goodbye. You don't realise how difficult it is until you stare at it right before you.

The stutter in your breaths as you try to calm yourself down. The pain in your eyes after the tears just won't stop falling. The ache in your heart as you felt as though a part of you is lost.

Nothing could ever compare to this feeling. Love isn't a switch that you can just turn off. But it's an indescribable feeling when someone pulls that switch for you.

Every day is a new day that you stand tall and face whatever is thrown at you. But when that one person is no longer beside you to tell you that everything is okay, you barely make it out of bed.

Every morning the sun rises.

And every night the sun sets.

And until such time when neither of these occur, will I ever stop loving you.