It's so quiet here, without you. You left me in such an aweful way, and I can't help but think this is all my fault.
Especially since this isn't the first time you've left me.
The first time, as you'll recall, was when you married the woman that you claim to love so dearly. This, your death, is the second.
But don't worry. I promise not to love you a third time.
I won't forget you.
The quiet here, that you left me with...It gives me time to think.
This ever-lasting silence won't ever let me forget you, as odd as that may be.
All those times we laughed and cried and made love...they echoe here, in the silence you left.
It's a constant reminder of just how much I love you.
And I know that even when I do follow you, in death I mean, you won't be waiting for me like lovers do in all those romantic fairy tale.
No, you'll have passed on by then. Probably with your wife by your side.
For me there will be no laughing, no crying, no love-making...
Only this ever-lasting silence.
