All things are equal except time.
Time, you never know how much you get. With love, you get what you give, and usually that's not much. But time?
I stared at the grave. Wishing, denying. But knowing just the same; knowing that she was gone. That she was never coming back.
It's strange. Losing a loved one. One second they are there; the next, gone. No rhyme or reason.
Or would fate be that reason?
I closed my eyes, refusing to let the tears fall.
I opened my eyes, unsure of what I had just heard. In front of me, her brown eyes glistening and her dark skin glowing in the sunlight, was my lover, my life, the reason I was still living. Only… she wasn't living.
She smiled at me, uncertainly. "This was the only way I could say goodbye," she said, holding a hand out.
"Am I dreaming?" I asked, placing my trembling hand in hers. "Because if I am, I don't want to wake up."
Her smile was brighter, and her eyes were full of unshed tears. "You always know what to say, don't you?"
"Of course. What's the point of life if you can't bring a little levity into it?" I was standing now, where I had been kneeling. I ran my fingers over her cheek, still unbelieving.
She wrapped her hand over mine, halting my movement. "I don't have much time, baby. I was only allowed ten minutes, enough time to let you know I'm okay. Heaven is so lonely without you."
I was silently crying. The tears were running unashamedly down my cheeks. "Sophie, we promised we would always be together. This isn't what I meant when I said, "I do," you know."
"It's not what I meant either, but sometimes, life throws curves and you have to run with them. I miss you. I watch you every day. And I know you'll be fine."
I smiled briefly.
And as she turned and walked away, I thought about time. And how all things are equal…