The night was quite and bright black. The stars were glowing as if someone threw silver glitter on the sky. I could hear my pulse pounding. The cold breeze of the winter night sent shivers through my body while I stood next to the glass window of my room sipping my freshly made caramel coffee.

It's been three years today since Adam, my husband, passed away. It still feels like yesterday but a lot has happened since then. I remember that day as it'll always be engraved on my mind and memory for the rest of my life. 

This day exactly three years back I lost the soul reason of my being, the reason I stood firm in this world, the reason this world looked beautiful to me. On that day I realized that life is extremely unpredictable, how one day you're immensely happy and the next how immensely ruptured you're. 

I still remember the last words of the doctor, I can still hear those last words piercing my heart and soul. I remember I couldn't move, I couldn't think properly, I lost the ability to think in that very moment and I collapsed on the floor. My heart, it slipped down on the floor into a million pieces right infront of me and my eyes, they spoke their own wet language because words wouldn't agree on escaping my lips. That day left me with a meaningless life, empty soul and a broken heart which I thought would never mend but life had other plans for me. 

Reminiscing that day, still leaves my body cold and my heartbeat slow but I've learnt to live with it. It took me months to get back to a normal life, but I did. It wasn't normal but it was better. 

The cold wind penetrated into my bones while I thought of those times. I kept the coffee mug aside and moved to my bed to see Adam's side still empty. 

After Adam had left the world, my life became still. I wouldn't step out of the confines  of my room. I wouldn't switch on the lights or push away the curtains to let the bright rays of sunlight enter my room. I would spend my days crying to the point where my eyes would became dry and no tear would fall but my heart still cried. I felt guilty of being alive without him. I would sleep but would wake up screaming asking for someone to bring him back. 

So I began writing, that became my escape.

I scribbled my feelings on a piece of paper whenever I felt like I couldn't hold myself. It became difficult for me to vocally describe how I felt so writing became my voice. I realized how easily I could use a few words to describe the roughest patch of my life and then one night before going to bed, while I read the last message my husband had sent me, I thought that Adam might have left the world but our love, it's still here right in my heart, in our memories, in every corner of our room, in every fiber of my being. I can preserve the love we shared in a book for it to remain forever, to be read by many and to be felt by many. 

I decided to put everything in my life on hold to get this dream into existence. After months and months of sleepless nights spent on my study desk, uncountable drafts and tears that I shed while writing down our memories, our love, I was finally able to release " The love that remains. " The book that was dedicated to Adam for changing my life forever. 

While laying on my bed I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and realized that at times you will be placed in situations you never want to be placed at but that only makes you stronger. To know your strength, and to know that not even the greatest tests of life can break you. People leave but memories remain. Hold on to that, never let that go.