My love... the sky still holds the same hue, the very shade it wore on the day your laughter echoed beside me. But how long has it been since that sound fell silent, fading into memory until it feels as if it never truly was? The crown of flowers I wove with my own hands, thread by loving thread, now withers and crumbles... a slow, aching decay that mirrors my own heart.

You have been gone so long... so long that the warmth of your breath, once a comfort at my side, has become but a faint specter drifting on the wind. I close my eyes, seeking refuge from the piercing emptiness that gnaws at my soul, but each time I open them, the world remains just as silent, and you are not in it. I can no longer be certain if you will ever return, or if you were ever truly real. Perhaps you are nothing more than a beautiful dream I crafted for myself... a dream from which I cannot force myself to wake.

And yet... I still watch the same stretch of sky. I search for your silhouette in the starlight and listen for your voice in the whispers of the wind, all while knowing that such a day may never come. My heart still beats for you and you alone. I have never forgotten you... not for a single day.