Afterwards, everything seemed to return to how it used to be.

Every day, I would give him medicine, feed him water on schedule, and prepare three meals a day.

He would also complain about not being able to eat spicy food and feeling pain all over his body.

But only I knew that he would never again act spoiled towards me when he's in discomfort, and he showed no interest in anything about me. When I looked into his eyes, there was only indifference.

He truly let go.

And yet, I once again realized how much I love him...

But it's okay, even if he doesn't love me anymore, I will still love him wholeheartedly.