I never truly understood how hauntingly empty this world is without you. I wish I had cherished you more deeply, but you entered my life when we were just children, blissfully unaware of the complexity of emotions. You were like an endless winter fever—impossible to shake off, no matter how desperately I tried. Your touch was as kind and gentle as a delicate snowflake, radiant and mesmerizing, yet now, like the fleeting winter, you have melted away, leaving me with a chill that numbs my soul, engulfing me with each waking moment.
Since the day you left, nothing has felt the same. I find myself yearning for your messages, those little annoyances that once drove me to shut off my phone and block your number. Now, I stare longingly at our pictures, and my heart aches with a relentless throb, counting the seconds until the silence might be broken by your name. You were as gentle as falling snow, and I took you for granted, believing my careless remarks wouldn't wound you. I thought you understood how I felt, even when I could never voice it.
Ruelle, I cannot go on without you. How could you have burst into my life with such vibrant energy, only to vanish, leaving me to stumble through every corner where your smiling face lingers, your presence forever etched in my mind? Just like a persistent cold, you've bestowed upon me this unending winter fever, a sensation that has become a chilling part of my existence.