He will love you as if it's the most important thing he will ever do,
and he will love you hard.
You will feel his presence with you all the time,
so used to his body heat that his absence on a summer day will suddenly make you shiver.
He will accompany you to your favourite cafes, sipping on your favourite drinks and his laugh will echo in this tiny little cafe of yours,
and when you only hear your silence, sipping on your favourite latte doesn't seem so relaxing anymore.
You will always go to the parks, because malls aren't really your thing,
and he will lie down with you and just stare at the sky while you familiarize yourself with his breathing,
and the sound of his heart will suddenly be your music.
When he's gone, you will feel that the silence in the park is so excruciating that you would rather go to a mall and try to be lost in the crowd, drowning your pain with endless chatters.
You never saw the harm of sharing the things that you love with someone, until you hear him say your name one last time,
and you grew to hate everything.

Because the person who made you feel alive is gone,
and you will feel that you are invisible again to the world.

But it isn't the end of the world, even if it seem like it is.
Because one day you will be able to drink your favourite latte, or go to the park, and you wouldn't mind the silence anymore.
One day you will forget how his heartbeat sounded like, and you will think all heartbeats sound the same.
Until you forget how he pronounced your name one last time,
because it's all in the void of forgotten past.
Within those silence you finally grew to enjoy,
a "hello" will break through and someone will share
their favourite lattes with you, or the best spot to lie down at the park.