You miss your husband so much that you hide in the quilt and cry every day, and the corners of the quilt will get wet from your crying.
But you can only see the images left in the past.
The game has been closed down for so long that you can't even search for related topics.
You feel sad and happy at the same time. It seems that you are the only one who still remembers your husband. The only connection between your husband and the world is you.
You can substitute but don't be gay. Although no one may be watching, I still want to say loudly: Don't quarrel!
Intention: Please love yourself first, and please believe that you can accept love.