Two worlds that seemed to merge together so effortlessly. I met her and it was like I'd known her my whole life. Our strange similarities, yet vast differences in life seemed to draw us closer and closer. Only a short time after meeting, our bond had grown to nearly inseparable. We were always together. Then it hit. My Grandma had a stroke, just before we met. She was in a hospital and the uncertainty of her making it fluctuated. Shortly after us meeting, she'd received word that her Great Grandmother wasn't doing well. While these weren't good things, they were things that helped bring us together. Those next couple of weeks, we held on to each other's company like it was something we could actually hold. I was sitting there next to her, on the couch, when she got the call. She began to cry. She got up and went to tell her mom, but she came back. She came back and she curled into my arms and cried. Not any normal cry, the kind of cry that you feel with your bones, your soul. I held her for a while. My Grandma had been moved to my Aunt's house. To live out her days happy and surrounded by family. But she had to go, she had to be with her family during these trying times. It was the first time we'd been apart in weeks. I drove her and her brother to the airport. After driving a couple miles back by myself, I received a call. They'd forgotten something in the car. I turned around, relief rushing through my veins. I didn't have to go back to face my reality without her just yet. She met me in the drop-off area, got what she needed and before she shut the door, she took my whole world by surprise. “I love you." She shut the door and walked away. I didn't know what to do, I didn't know how to think, how to process it all. I knew I loved her too and I knew that the person I felt so passionately about was about to leave me for days. Thousands of miles between us. I knew it was selfish but I wanted her there with me. I was scared, scared for my loss, scared for hers and scared of being alone. No, I was surrounded by family, but I felt like I was drowning in a sea of emotions and there was nobody to help. But she could. Days passed slower than any other time I can remember in my life. There were moments of happiness, like my Grandma waking up and singing to us. But there were moments of grief, where we didn't know how much longer she'd hold on. We talked on the phone, her and I. I remember feeling so helpless when she told me how things were there. All I wanted to do was hold her in my arms and never let her go. The day came, they were coming home. Though my heart was filled with dread, it was overcome by love and passion. I would get to see her. But there was a dilemma. There was nobody able to pick them up from the airport that night. I offered, I knew it would be hard. I knew I didn't want to walk away from my Grandma at this time, but something kept telling me I needed to. Maybe it would have been too hard, maybe it was to protect myself. For the next seven hours, I spent my time next to my Grandma. Holding her fragile, cold hands. Watching her shallow, deep breaths. Knowing that today would be the day. The clock seemed to tick in slow motion. Family came in and out of the room. They laughed, they cried. The sunlight that filled the room faded as the day played out. It seemed to fade at the same speed she did. Slowly, but surely. The time came when I had to go. I was scared and relieved all at once. I wanted to magically be at the airport with my her. I didn't want to drive alone, that's too much silence, too much time. That's the thing, time and silence are my biggest fears. It's the time in which all of my thoughts take over and consume any and all happiness I have left. Breaking me down until I have nothing left to feel. Numb. I told my family if she went before I got back and I knew she would, to wait. I didn't want to know while I was alone. I wanted to be with the one person who seemed to make me better in all ways possible. They agreed. It was a long drive, it was late and it seemed to take forever. But I got there and so did they. I sat next to her, in the passenger seat. June eighteenth, two thousand seventeen. My mom texted asking if I had picked them up. I knew. I waited a while to respond. I was overwhelmed by so many emotions. I replied. She called. She told me she had passed shortly after I left. She held on until I was gone. I knew I needed to be with her, so did they. I looked at her, then back out the window and quietly cried. I knew she was going to be the person by my side for the rest of my life. Whether she did or not, I felt it. We've been married for four months and eight days. I wouldn't change a single thing. I found the person who can make me feel every emotion, all at once, in the best way. My someone who makes me feel more alive than I ever have in my twenty-eight years of life. Someone who brought me back to life. I love you, too.