“Why can’t she be here with me,” he thought to himself.
He had just lost his wife of twenty years a few months earlier, the love of his life. The two were virtually inseparable, often times spending close time together when they weren’t doing something important. He decided to walk down the grassy hill toward the lake because when she was with him, they’d always love to head to it to spend time together. The tree under which he sat was the site of so many memories.
“Six long months, where does the time go?” He asked himself, holding back tears from rolling down his eyes.
He remembered the times they sit and watch the sun go below the horizon, sharing passionate kisses and his arms wrapped around her.
“The sun doesn’t seem nearly as gorgeous as it used to,” he said.
While sitting down, he remembered the happy times, which temporarily took away the pain. Momentarily, he cried for joy. But soon after, the joy left him as he remembered what happened.
“Why-why isn’t she here with me? What did she see in him that she didn’t see in me?”