My love will never die

There was a bouquet of rose, my favourite ones beside my bed along with box of chocolate that greeted me as I woke up. He remembered. He always did. 

The hallway was lit with candles and the table was decorated with food that we loved eating. And he proudly stood behind it, smiling his pearls. 

Everything was perfect. 

Everything was perfect, except for the fact that the man that stood in front of me, was the one I buried a week ago. And as he approached me, reality sunk in, that, this wasn't a dream either...