In the twilight of November, I sat at the chair outside the porch, gazing at the fireflies flying in the air, thinking how life can fade away like the smears from a glass window, of two lovers breaths creating mist from the winter skies above them, longing for their embrace and warmth from each other.
I would always think that losing someone is as painful as it can ever be. I would still imagine that she was still there, there in the bed, waiting for me to talk to her and of the smile she gives me every morning to light my soul.
She would always care for me like I was such a special one, the one where she thought of me like I was like that one character from a film named Alessa. Alessa, her enthusiastic charm and quietness that make people notice just how beautiful she can be when she stares into your eyes.
I still miss her. I do, to be honest. Now, I am just here enjoying the fireflies flying in her garden she had grown since we moved here: Poppies, lavender, orchids and roses and more.
It was her flowers that brought the freshest smell in the mornings of twittering birds and sunlight. It is quite a thing to experience and I would always water and take care of the plants and flowers because by doing so, she can see it up there, marveling how life goes on without her.
I caught my breath until I realized that tears were falling from my eyes, realizing how lonely I was in reality. Despite the smiles and beauty from the surface on which we live, it's always missing something that makes you say: "This is what home is... this is what peace could have been like."
I look up towards the heavens and say to her:
"I miss you. Oh, how I truly miss you from the bottom of my heart."
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