‘I wish I could erase you; you’re everything I long to be with. It’s been a year since you’ve been gone, and I still love you. I will always love you, till the end of my days and beyond. I’m stuck in this hellish malaise of an existence without you and I’m telling you this now, I guess, because I wish I could have an extra moment with you. A year, a month, a day, or even a minute would suffice -- to tell you how much I loved and valued everything we shared, and what a fantastic person you are. I don’t pretend to know where you are, but; what I do hope is that wherever you are right now, you are still wearing that beautiful smile across the sheath of your jaw, the one that I woke up to on a lazy Sunday morning. The rhythmic rise and fall of your chest, while the salient rays of the sun curved around the contour of your body. Forgive me if I digress into these insignificant expressions of dirge. I only want you to understand how much these little things are imprinted in the back of my mind; life is about those little things, isn’t it?
	Give me a sign, please. Just show me that somewhere out there, you are watching, and that you see how wistful I am to hold you in my arms once again. I would soon put a gun to my head if I knew you were really out there… somewhere. I would do it without a dither or doubt in mind.
	I don’t think I will ever be okay. I’ve tried to—I just can’t.
	I’m sorry.’


And as he leaves the note on her grave, time and time coalesce into one. He hopes that he does meet her once more, maybe in a different life, under a more appealing set of circumstances. So that he should fall in love with her once more. Yes, isn’t it pretty to think so?