Last night, he was here, right here, sitting next to me. He's laptop was stretched on his lap, one hand holding it and the other checking his phone for mails. He was saying something about spamming one of his collegue to which I hadn't payed much attention. You know, it was usual. It took me three years to understand why his friends called him a piece of mischief. So while I was busy planning for our anniversary, he was continuously clogging my ears with giggles and guffaws. I wondered how his job was still secure. Three hours ago, we were in living, switching channels to binge something different. He had a bowl filled with popcorns in his hand and the remote was in mine. He was stressing on going for an OTT subscription and I was denying time and again. I knew that after subscribing, he won't even take a glimpse of it. Also, I was planning to renovate the place and I had to save. Today morning, while I was opening the blinds, I wished to go for a vacation, maybe to the North East. I knew he would instantly buy into the mid summer holiday. And in those few moments, I had imagined myself getting photographed by him in a tea garden. Little did I knew that life couldn't be planned. So this morning, while I had forgotten what life is, I noticed that he hadn't woken up. He never did. The laptop still rested open on the side table, the unwashed bowl of popcorn still laid on the kitchen counter and the bed still smelled of his aroma. What was missing was the man who I loved. Now I guess I know where I went wrong. I planned everything I wanted but never thought of getting prepared for the unexpected. Maybe I should have. Maybe I should have been a little more sober to live those small moments before they could vanish forever.