He was just there,
standing,
waiting for a response.
Hoping that every time he waited,
she could feel the intensity of his love.

She was just there,
watching,
cherishing the moment.
Remembering the features of his face,
hoping that she could draw using the fragments of their memories.

He was crying,
slowly leaving the scene,
knowing that he could not look at her saddened face.
The joyful and sorrowful memories broke the deafening silence.

She was sobbing,
staring at the back of his crying existence,
forcibly trying not to forget the cause of her happiness.
They created again an unforgettable memory.

I was just there, standing.

She was just there, watching.

We were crying.

We just created our last memory.