"My love."
It's Luke.
"Karla?"
His black eyes came into slow view, and the edges crinkled as a small light twinkled between them. It is me. I put those lights in there.
"You are beautiful."
He slowly leaned in, his lips brushing mine lightly. He leaned back as a strand of my hair fell on my face and we both laughed. His voice. Beautiful.
He moved the strand away, the tips of his fingers teasing my face.
"I love you, Karla."
But I don't get to respond. He doesn't let me. He covered the distant between us and kissed me, making me forget my years of loneliness. Making me forget the times I had hated him.
"Do you believe in forever?"
"As long as forever is with you."
His hands were outstretched towards me, his smile big as I ran to him. I could hear his faint voice. I could see his one sided dimple. 
"Karla!"
The way he called my name...
"My love."
My eyelashes fluttered slowly as the images slowly disappeared into darkness. My eyes slowly opened, and I could already feel the wetness in my eyes.
Dark grey sheets covered the bed, and when I looked up to the bedside drawer was our wedding picture. My mother in-law had insisted we put it there, but I had turned it over, and Luke never said a word.
My eyes filled even more as I slowly pulled myself to a sitting position, my eyes taking in the room. It was dark. Lonely. Typical of a widow.
For a while, I felt blank inside, my mind unable to process a thing. It felt like the wires to my brain had shut off due to the overload of pain, and I was struggling to feel.
"I think I am in love with you." 
I swallowed, feeling all the emotions rush back, like I never stopped feeling them. I drew my knees slowly to myself then hugged them, my eyes walking up.
I didn't even try to stop the hard quiver of my lips, my chest filling with emotions no one besides me would ever be able to understand.
My hands laced into my hair, and the tears rushed down my face. I turned over to a squatting position, my head on the bed as my body trembled from both the cold and the pain.
Maybe it was my punishment. For not crying when he died. For not mourning him like a wife. For not showing the world how much he meant to me. Now he's gone. Just like the mist of the sunset.
"No. Please. Please..." I managed to choke out, my breath faltering, my heart breaking every single time.
I stood up and stretched for the picture, then pulled it to me.
He was wearing a small smile, not big enough to show his dimple, and his right hand was clasped loosely on mine. My hands traced the picture, forgetting about the other person in it.
Me.
He was still beautiful, just like a 19 year old, but he wasn't happy. That much I could see.
I slowly brought it to my chest, my eyes filling up again.
"Just...one last time."
That's all I wanted. One last time to love him more. One last time to kiss him more. That was all I wanted. I must be a sinner. I wasn't even given a chance to hug him one last time.
How dare time pull me back like that? How dare love pull my heartstrings apart like this? How could Luke die?
"I guess if you live right, you don't need to."
I shook my head. Maybe I should have told him he needed to live. Maybe I should have told him he needed to stay. For me. For us. Maybe I should have told him I needed to feel him for longer. To kiss him for much longer. To be happy by his side for much longer.
What happened to us? What happened to me?
Why did I never take all the chances offered to me to fall in love with him?
It got harder to breathe as the seconds passed by, my feet grounded to the bed, my heart flying in shattered pieces with the wind that had taken Luke away from me.
I fell back, my tears falling on the sheets, not in the pretty way, in the way of the heartbroken. The way a person cried when they lost the one thing they never wanted to lose.
I never wanted to lose Luke. I hoped with every breath that I couldn't lose him. I hoped that if I chanted it with everything I had within me, the heavens would hear it. And I would be granted something longer with Luke.
That Luke and I...we could become infinite.