You remember the time when all you wanted was to cuddle up in a warm hug, covered in a blanket in front of the TV, biting away at just pizza and beer? As if there was not a single strain of worry in the world for you. You are that free. What happened? Don’t you miss it, or should I ask myself, don’t you miss him?

The answer is definitely, yes.

Because people like him don’t just happen every day. They aren’t just made like that anymore. He could move the whole world with just a single word and you would see the whole stars constellation in his eyes. The amount of passion he helps things and people was the immense, he would do everything in his power to help them.

And yet.

No one helped him.

No one heard his cries for help.

Including me.

While I said here on the park bench this sunny Tuesday afternoon, I’m not as strong as I used to be.

I still miss him.

More and more with each passing day.

I could cry and cry forever, in his memory.

Just wishing to see him one last time, to them in my arms, to feel his lips on mine slowly, his arms around me, his laughter still ringing in my ears.

One last time.

But I know, it isn’t possible because sometimes destiny has another story written out for you. If I got a chance to change places with him, I would do it in a heartbeat without even thinking, he was that wonderful and I was that much in love with him.

Now, every day in his memory, I come to our favourite park, our favourite bench we have shared so many memories, laughs, cries and hugs and just miss him dearly and soulfully.

I am now Mrs. Lisa Clark. Yes, I took his name and I now also have an adopted daughter and a puppy and I make sure both of them know what their adopted “to-be” father and my “to-be” husband was like.

I think they now love him almost as much as I do and with each passing day with your name leaving my lips, I feel like I can take on the world.

Weeks, months and years pass, and well people crib about time passing away I cannot wait to be reunited with the love of my life. I know you’ll be waiting for me, on the other side of life.

“I love you…” I quietly whisper looking next to me on the bench where my hand lay calmly on the empty spot with a slight tear rolling down my cheek and a smile forming on the edges of my lips in his memory.