i cannot imagine going over for dinner and then realizing that the man i loved the most is not going to open the door at 8pm, carrying with him fatigue weighed down from work, his favorite loaf of bread and daily newspapers.
i cannot imagine not sitting beside him watching him eat and peeling prawns for him. i cannot imagine no matter how much money i save for the Australia trip, he's never going to fulfil his promise and come along.
i'm never going to hold snuffles the same way again.
i can almost still feel the warmth of his wrinkly hand that lingers on my palm. there are no words nor actions to describe how much i love him. now i can only put him in my heart, and wish my tears will stop flowing.
so hard to let him go.
