It had been months since Johnny’s passing, and you still hadn’t visited his grave. Why? He was special.

You’d finally worked up the courage to visit his final resting place, putting on a respectable outfit before heading out.

You hesitated as you stood by the entrance of the cemetery, but reluctantly trotted in anyway.

“I wished you’d stick around a little longer.” You chuckled, feeling tears burn the corners of your eyes. “I’ve never loved anyone like I loved you.”