{I wrote this one myself and it's part of a letter}
I had always been drawn to fireflies. They were small glowing beacons of hope. Beautiful insects that illuminated the dark night sky, mixing in amongst the stars.
Fireflies are one of the things I miss the most. No longer can I go outside at night, watch them brighten up the woods.
Jane used to accompany me. Our first date had been a picnic in the woods. We had sat on a blanket, watching the stars shine and the fireflies dance.
I miss Jane more than fireflies. She was my love, my wife, my Jane. It's my fault she's dead. I didn't protect her. I wasn't there when she needed me.
Sometimes I feel her presence. It is almost as if I can smell the scent of her favorite perfume. Feel her put a hand on my shoulder.
Her beauty was even more captivating than the fireflies I adored. Most nights we would sit outside, entangled in an embrace. No words were needed. We just sat, watching the luminous bugs.
Perhaps if I had driven her to the supermarket she wouldn't have crashed. She could have lived.
I miss my Jane more than anything. Sometimes I see glimpses of her in our son. In the way he smiles with his dimples. The way he sits on the floor with his colouring book.
Jacob is the only reason I have so many pictures of Jane hanging everywhere. I don't want him to forget his Mummy. He was young when she died. Too young to remember the way she held him, spoiled him, cared for him.
Maybe one day I will take Jacob to the small country house Jane and I used to live in. It was small, but perfect. It was surrounded by trees and greenery. Jane loved it. Every time she went outside her face lit up.
As soon as she died I moved. Every single thing in that house reminded me of her. The floral curtains she had picked out. Numerous paintings of hers hanging on the walls. It hurt far too much.
All of her paintings hang in this house. They decorate the walls. Some of the sketches she did of Jacob are in his room. I don't want him to ever forget her.
I long to see those beautiful raspberry lips again; her shiny strawberry blonde hair. Never again will I see beautiful tears cascade down her face as she listened to a sad song.
I want to hear her sing. Hear her stress over what outfit to wear. I want to taste her delicious cooking after a hard day at work.
She was one of the most special things in the world. We had dreams, plans. Together we wanted to travel, create books and renovate a house.
That will never happen now.
Her life was robbed from her at the age of twenty eight. She left her two year old son and husband unwillingly.
Every day I visit her grave with Jacob. We lay fresh roses. Her favourite flowers. We tell her about us. How Jacob is getting on at nursery, how I love my job as an accountant.
I know one day I will see her again, but until then I will take care of Jacob. Make sure he has everything he needs.
If she can hear me, she knows we miss her. I love you Jane. Never will that fade. It will only increase.
May I see you again, my love. You will always be with us.
