We sit under the night sky gazing up at the stars. We are a rare couple. A couple that could spend the rest of our lives together and never get sick of each other, not even once. When he leaves i feel like I'm missing a part of me. My heart breaks a little more every minute were apart from each other. I wake up in the morning and all i can think about is him, but laying there right beside me is the truth. It was just a dream, because he died three years ago.