He is still as handsome as the day we met.
Tall build. Brown hair. Sharp jawline. Long nose. Pink lips.
Whenever we were together, I couldn’t focus on anything else. And when we were apart, I would think of him with overwhelming fondness.
Then something changed.
That same fondness was replaced with gut-wrenching despair.
Lately, he is not as attentive nor has he made me laugh in days. Instead of spending hours talking on the phone, I find myself crying into his voicemail. But worst of all, he has been hiding his green eyes, no matter how many times I ask him to look at me.
Nevertheless, I still love him.
I have not seen him in over a week and while I’ve missed him, I’ve been dreading today with every fiber of my being. I wait until the crowd around him disperses before I approach him. He’s being more quiet than usual, but I expected as much. There’s a lot that I want to get out of my chest, but I cannot bring myself to ruin the moment. So I choose the next best thing.
I slowly inch forward and bend down to place one last kiss on his cold cheek. He doesn’t react. Defeated, I force myself to walk away from the open casket.
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