Her husband was too busy crying on my wife’s shoulder, but I couldn’t even bring myself to cry. I had lost the love of my life this weekend, and I couldn’t even be there to mourn her properly.
I had known her since we were kids, growing up in the same neighborhood. We had been through so much together, and I had always been there for her. But now, all I wanted was to be able to say goodbye.
I tried to keep myself busy, but my thoughts kept drifting back to her. I remembered all the good times we had together, and all the things we had planned for the future. But now, all those plans were gone.
I was heartbroken, and I felt like I had been robbed of the chance to say goodbye. I knew that I would never be able to get those moments back, and that made me feel even emptier.
I wished I could turn back the clock and be there for her one last time. But all I could do was sit in silence, thinking of her and all the memories we shared.
The love of my life was gone, and I couldn’t even mourn her properly.