My love in life is now laying in bed. He might not ever fall asleep. I never could understand how he could stare at the ceiling all night. The others were starting to notice this insomnia, and no one bottles emotion better than my baby. Except, perhaps me.

 "Kurt," I gently whisper, as I'm allowed to make myself visible to him.  

 "Anna," he whispers in disbelief. "Oh, Anna, how I've been missing you."

 "As much as I have been you," I reply. "But there's something you have to understand. You have to move on with your life. Let the grief dim itself. Don't hold on to it. Please."

 "How can I? I'm so miserable with out you."

 "Only because you make it so. We /will/ be together again. I don't know what the master plan is, but waiting seems to be part of it."

 "Anna, you'd be worth any wait."

 "Cliché as it sounds, I will always be with you," I say with a smile he returns. He puts his hand to my face.

 "Ich liebe sie," he states.

 "I love you too. Always and forever. But continue living, Kurt. Let me cross to the life well one day share."

 "For you. Until next we meet."

 "Until then, love."

 I then took it upon myself to reassume my spiritual state, invisible to his eyes. His hand dropped. Uncertainly, he laid back down. After a while, he did fall asleep. Tingles came over me. Finally.

"Until then, love."