If having to chose between

1) living and moving on, leaving him behind permanently, living day-to-day faking smiles and putting on that strong front, every night you will ask yourself when you are alone, where is he and is he doing fine, yet you know you will never ever get an answer,

Or 2) maybe dying in a fortnight's time, but dying in his arms and being held on tightly by him to your last breath

I'm sorry I will also chose the latter, I'll rather die than bear living on..