My dearest half of me, who is roaming somewhere around the world.

I miss you. I miss you so much that all of my tears would tell a different story about our love, which has its end, and we just closed our eyes.

Oh, how I remember us dreaming about our future together—an endless love. Bright smiles and us leaning on each other, knowing we are safe from anything, as long as we had one another.
We even dreamed about a thing which without it, no one would be here if it didn't exist. A family. The basis of life.

Yet, even though we thought we had planned and imagined everything we could, we still forgot to imagine an end.

I...