Sitting here alone, I kind of wonder how it'll be like if I become a widow. While you are not my everything, because The Lord is, yet you are as close as being as everything to me as much as God intends for husbands to be to wives, as they often describe, half of a whole. A large part of me will die when you do. And I imagine myself being one of those who dies from a psychosomatic yet a physically and medically true heartbreak.