When Love Becomes A Memory

"Life is precious because you can only have one. It's too short, and you don't know where it ends."

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They say life is like a magical fairytale, but in reality, life can sometimes feel more like a twisted fairy tale, filled with curses and challenges.

I don't want to be stuck in a reality where life is so cruel. By any chance in our lives, this is life; this is how it works, and no one can change it. We may try to run away from reality, but life may still take unexpected turns.

It's because life encompasses both happy moments and challenges, not just constant happiness.

As I admired the beauty around me, I closed my eyes for a moment of peace, but my thoughts were interrupted by someone approaching from behind.

I turned my head and smiled at him as he embraced me from behind, enveloping me in a warm hug.

"Hey, love," he greets me with a loving look in his eyes. We share a gentle kiss that expresses a deep connection between us.

Hey," I shyly responded, returning the kiss.

After our lips part, we hold each other tightly, finding solace in the serenity of our surroundings. Yet, amidst the peacefulness, he breaks the silence with a question that hangs in the air, heavy with the weight of reality.

"Are you not regretting anything about loving me?" He suddenly asks, breaking the silence.

I smiled before answering wholeheartedly, "No, why would I? Hmmm?" I hold his hand, which is wrapped around my waist, intertwining our fingers.

"I can't be with you as we grow older together. We made a promise to love each other until we grew old, but I can't keep that promise. The painful truth is that I won't be able to stay by your side and create more memories with you when it's time for me to leave you sooner than expected. The realization of our limited time together weighs heavily on my heart, filling me with sorrow and longing." He said, stating the harsh truth, and I could feel the pain in his words.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I assured him, "If that's the case, then I'll love you until your last breath, my love."

I'm in a room with white walls and curtains all around me, and it feels empty. Without him here, I feel empty and like I've lost touch with who I am. The strong emotions that used to make my life meaningful now feel far away, replaced by a deep emptiness.

But every day, I keep hoping that he will come back. I wait patiently, never giving up on that small glimmer of hope. Not a single day or month goes by without me longing for him, holding onto the belief that one day, he will return to me.

A voice calls my name from behind, and I turn to find her kneeling, hands tightly clasped in mine.

She asks, her words trailing off, "Do you think he'll come back, Anshary?" I listen intently, trying to comprehend the meaning behind her words, but I find myself at a loss for words.

In my heart, I whisper, "I'll wait for him as long as there's hope, no matter how hard it gets."

Even if it takes a long time, like a year, ten years, or even my whole life, I will stay committed and never give up on the love we had. I hold onto this hope, even when everything seems dark and hopeless.

My dreams from last night are still vivid, full of shadows, strange voices, and hazy faces. I squeeze my hand tightly in the hopes of stopping the shaking.