The smell of the spring meets my nose as I lean over the small flower bed. I absentmindedly stroke the petals, counting each one as though I've not a care in the world for all the time I'm wasting.
"Alice, my dear," I whisper softly, caressing her smooth face, "I miss having you near."
She says nothing, her comforting silence gripping me and telling me my tears had not been cried for no reason. I hear her soft murmur on the wind, "I love you."
"I love you more than you'll ever know."
I leave the grave in contented silence.