My first spring alone…
The symbol of us…
My love, my dear wife, here I am going through the first spring without you.
I miss you being next to me, holding your hand while walking on the beach.
I miss talking with you and making plans about our future together.
I miss your abundance of joy and your desire to live and do something different every day.
I miss saying "Good morning my love".
I miss making coffee and to have it every morning with you.
I miss saying "Good night Ioana mea".
I miss saying "I love you", kissing you, holding you…
I miss your perfume… I miss every moment I ever have had with you.
ILMW
