Time of Us

The rain won't stop, just like the tears in my eyes. It's as if the heavens are weeping with me, mourning the loss of my love.
 
Just a few short months ago, we were lying under the stars. Our laughter filled the night. His warm smile, his stare, his love... it was everything. You had completely captured my soul.
 
I hold this photograph. It was a time of us. The touch of your hand will forever be etched into my skin.
 
I can't believe you're really gone. I keep replaying our last moments together. It feels like a cruel joke or a nightmare I can't wake up from. 
 
I wander aimlessly. Now, the world is devoid of color and joy. The streets play host to solitary walks. The future appears bleak and uncertain.
 
I found solace today in that little bookstore. The familiar scent of old books and the soft chime of the bell brought back a flood of memories. The more I try to forget, the deeper his imprint becomes. As I drifted through the aisles, I stumbled upon a worn copy of "Wuthering Heights." It was your favorite.
 
Wanting is one thing; losing is another. Oh, how true. I wanted you with all my heart and soul, but fate had snatched you away.
 
Why, universe, why? Why did you take him from me? Just when our love was blooming, you plucked him away, leaving me to wither. The world spins, indifferent to my pain. The sun still rises, the birds still sing, but for me, the music has ceased.
 
The silent plea to hold you once more. Oh, darling, how can I go on without you? 

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