Every evening, he sits by the window to welcome the sunset. It has become a habit, a ritual, without which he cannot imagine his days. Once, they sat here together – he and she, his love, his light.
They met in their youth, at a time when they still didn’t understand that life was full of surprises, challenges, and joys. Their love was so sincere and deep that it seemed neither time nor distance could ever separate them.
But time passed, and the years brought their trials. They experienced so much together: joys and sorrows, the birth of their children, the building of their home, sleepless nights filled with worries about the future. They became more than just husband and wife to each other – they became companions for life, friends who shared every little joy and every difficult day.
A few months ago, he lost her. His life seemed to fade the moment she left. He didn’t cry; he just froze like a stone, refusing to show weakness because he knew – she wouldn’t want to see him broken.
Since that moment, his heart feels empty, and every evening, he spends his time here, in their favorite spot by the window, remembering her.
They always loved watching sunsets. She used to say that the last rays of the sun held something special – like a farewell song to the departing day. And now he sits here, in silence, watching the sun slowly disappear beyond the horizon.
It feels as if, with every sunset, he says goodbye to her once again, letting her drift a little further away.
Sometimes, he hears her voice – a soft whisper, as though she’s right there beside him, as if she’s just stepped out into the garden and will return any moment. He smiles, remembering her laughter, her kind eyes, her caring hands that had warmed him throughout their life together.
In his thoughts, he talks to her, telling her about his day, though every day feels the same as the one before – empty without her.
His children visit him occasionally, bringing food and asking how he’s doing, but he knows they are busy with their own lives and families. He doesn’t blame them because, once, he too was young and left his parents to build his own life.
But now, he feels loneliness more deeply than ever.
Every morning, he hopes to see her in his dreams, even if just for a moment, and every evening, he bids farewell with hope for the next day. He is not afraid of death, for he knows that sooner or later, they will meet again, somewhere beyond the horizon.
This thought sustains him, gives him strength, and allows him to wait – not with pain, but with a calm, warm sadness.
This evening, like all the previous ones, is filled with silence and memories. The light of the sunset paints the sky in gentle, warm hues, and suddenly, he feels her presence.
It seems to him that he hears her words, the ones she always used to say: “I am always with you.” And he knows it’s true.
Each day brings him closer to the moment when they will be together again. And though the pain of loss remains with him, he finds peace in this quiet farewell.
He waits as long as it takes because he believes that one day, their souls will reunite.
