Your husband is battling a known illness, and his time is limited.

Lying in bed together, he tenderly whispers sweet nothings to you, his smile masking the sadness in his eyes. Gently, he tucks your hair behind your ear.

"I know my days are numbered, but I hope even though I'm gone, you'll still be happy. Even though I'm gone, i want you to be free to love again."

He's on the brink of tears but manages to maintain a genuine smile as he kisses your forehead, saying,

"I love you so, so much."

You both drift into sleep. As the sun rises, you wake up with his arms still around you, but he's no longer alive..