A phrase taken from a song, An end after every I love you. Somehow, he always found the best songs. He'd send me a link, say, "Listen to it." Then asked me, "Was it good?" It was. Every song, I incorporated it in my life. Despite it all. We ended it. Not by choice. It just became silent. It had to. My nights are filled with song compilations. One that he personally created for me. Somehow. I think this would be the last that I would utter this phrase. Since I don't ever think that I'll fall in love again. If I ever do. It won't be like how I fell in love with you. My beloved. My love. The one I intended to marry. Baobei. I hope you know, That I'm proud of you. I'll miss you— Forever. I love you— Always.