It was 2020 when it all began. In the digital world of LesPark, a name introduced itself to me: Mary. From simple conversations, our friendship slowly blossomed. A year of laughter, shared dreams, and support through every challenge. She wasn't just a friend; she became my anchor, always there whenever I had a problem. I didn't realize it then, but that year of friendship became the foundation of a love unlike any other. We became lovers. A year and six months of sweet affection, filled with hope and promises. But behind every smile, a fear lingered in Mary's heart. The fear of her family finding out about our relationship, the fear of judgment. In the end, she decided, despite the pain, that we would remain friends. There was no issue of cheating, only understanding and a love that endured. We remained best friends, more than I ever expected. We met every year, just enough to keep alive the connection that had formed between us. Each meeting was a cherished memory, proof that our love had merely changed form, but never truly vanished. And every time, she was still the first person I'd run to, the first one I'd call whenever I needed someone to talk to or lean on. We had planned to meet again this March 15th. Our tickets were booked, filled with excitement for our reunion. But on February 13th, news shattered my world. Mary had passed away. News that destroyed all the dreams and plans we had made. "God has a different plan," they say, but the pain pierces through every fiber of my being. How do I go on without my best friend, my anchor? How do I accept that the person who brought color and strength to my world is no longer here? There was so much I wanted to say, so much I wanted to do. But all that remains is an overwhelming longing. Mary, wherever you are now, I hope you know how much I love you. Your memory will live forever in my heart. You were the star and my anchor in my sky, who, even though faded, left behind light and courage. I miss you so much, Mary. So much.