In the long month since Yoyo left me, my heart has been shrouded in a thick fog, making it difficult to find any light. Finally, on a night filled with longing, I mustered the courage to slowly open those dusty recordings. They were like keys to time, gently unlocking the door to my memories.
The footage was from a quiet night two months before Yoyo passed away. Back then, she was still so lively, yet there was an indescribable gentleness in her demeanor. In the video, Yoyo suddenly leaped gracefully onto the bedside table. Her soft little body landed almost silently. Then, with her warm, damp nose, she gently, gently touched my cheek, like the softest morning kiss.
I opened my eyes and saw Yoyo's eyes staring back at me—eyes that seemed to understand everything. They were deep and bright, though now veiled with a thin layer of mist. In those eyes, I saw gratitude, reluctance, and an endless love for me. At the time, I thought it was just Yoyo being affectionate, but in that moment, I felt I could hear her silent words, piercing through my heart and touching my soul's deepest core.
Tears began to fall without warning, and I couldn't hold back the sorrow and longing in my heart. It turned out that, even on that warm night, Yoyo had already been saying her silent goodbye in her unique way. Her gaze, her actions, were all filled with such deep emotion, and I had failed to recognize the profoundness of her feelings.
I often reunite with her in my dreams, where the dreams are so vivid that it feels like she never left. In these dreams, Yoyo is still as lively and adorable as ever. She might be lazily sunbathing on the windowsill or happily rolling around at my feet. Each time she looks up at me, her eyes sparkle like stars, filled with endless warmth and dependence. Yet, when I wake up, the cold air and the darkness around me make the sense of loss and emptiness wash over me like a tidal wave, almost suffocating me.
In the everyday moments, Yoyo’s presence is everywhere. Every time I walk along the paths we used to stroll, seeing the familiar flowers and plants, a wave of indescribable sorrow wells up in my heart. I can almost feel her light steps around my feet and see her occasionally looking up at me with expectant eyes. These images replay in my mind like a movie, trapping me in my longing for her.
Yoyo, with her short yet brilliant life, taught me how to love and cherish every moment we spent together. I will forever keep this memory in my heart, letting it be the warmest force driving me forward.
