We are not the same...

Days are not same always... Days of happiness, days of sadness do not follow each other any more... There are only days without her. Which pass by slowly, in agony, in sorrow and in anxiety.
People suffer today. They suffer in a multiple  crisis, that nobody experienced before. And though this crisis affected him too, he, still, keeps his mind in her. Like a breath, like blood cells which are keep running in his veins... It is normal and justified by the happiness he lived with her for many years, the best of his life's.
Days like these, three years ago, started to observe that something was happening. And a month later their bond broke for ever.
His remains are still winded up by the broken bonds and he stays suffering under the burden of her memories...