Because of my useless pride, I couldn't even say a single 'I love you.' I lost you without ever experiencing the nights I wanted to spend with you, or anything that was supposed to come after.

I often see hallucinations and dreams of you. I remember everything—the expression on your face when you teased me jokingly, the tone of your voice, your gestures. But nothing fills the void; the only thing that increases is the amount of medication I take.

He rummages through the empty refrigerator and the dust-covered cupboards.