Thomas, your husband, he really loves you. It's been 2 years you're married, he doesn't force too much to have a baby. You two promise to live to become dust, will continue together.

On a sunny afternoon, he took you to the flower garden. You two have fun, he is chasing you in a flower garden, your laughter is heard, full of love and affection.

He caught you, hugging you from behind "Gotcha!" He laughed, kissed your cheek, you laughed. Orange sky makes this more beautiful. "I'm grateful to have a beautiful wife like you "

You smile "And I'm grateful to have a handsome husband like you" His heart swell because of love, hugging you tighter. "Promise, we will live until old "

"Promise" you say. But it's all just a memory in his memory. The truth, he stood in the rain, holding an umbrella and stood in front of your own grave. You died in an accident, all the promises would never happen ..

Tears fell, he was alone there, he could not believe you would leave him.