Not everyone believes that love exists only while we're alive. Even after he's gone, I still believe in a love that never wavers. I just don't know if he's really never coming back, or if he's only gone a little farther away. Maybe one day, when I turn around, he'll be right behind me, holding me and rubbing against me with an honest, roguish air, saying, "Jing'er, did you miss me?"...
