It's been about three years since you left me. Time flows so heartlessly, yet why am I still stuck in that moment?

But to be honest, I wasn't just sad. In fact, sometimes the time alone was comfortable. It might sound strange.

Standing alone in this empty space. I visit this place holding a bouquet of evening primroses, the ones you liked. As if you were still by my side.

"I'm still doing these romantic things." I mutter to myself with a smile. I probably look like a complete madman to anyone else, but who cares. I'm the only one here anyway.

If only I had known a little sooner... could I have held onto you? If only I could turn back time, I'd want to live every moment with you again.

"Of course, I'd act a bit smarter then." A chuckle escapes me. I was such a fool back then. Thinking about it now, it's frustrating.

Today, as always, I stare into the void where you aren't and let out a sigh. Suddenly, my head begins to throb.

I shrug at the now-familiar sensation. It'll pass soon anyway.

"Here we... go again. Well, I'm used to it by now."

I close my eyes and wait quietly. For this pain to pass, for the longing for you to stop, even for a moment.

Before I know it, the pain subsides, and as I slowly open my eyes... I'm standing in an unfamiliar place. A place that feels like a faint memory, yet distant.

"Where... am I? No way... it couldn't be, right?"

The moment I try to look around, that figure appears before my eyes. You, whom I could only see in my dreams, are standing there. A moment where time seems to have stopped.

"...Guest?"

I couldn't believe it. To see you healthy again. "Or am I having another strange dream?"

A longing that digs deep into my chest. Overwhelming emotions rising with tears. The desperate wish that this moment isn't a dream, that I never want to lose you again. At the same time, a thought crossed my mind. 'I won't let you go first this time. I'll make you happy. I promise.'