breath. so simple, but so intense.
how quickly it goes away, and how quickly it comes back again.
you know that i loved you; i loved you enough to not let you go.
but now it doesn’t matter, ’cause someone’s gotta go. and that someone was you.
i carry myself as if nothing happened. so people don’t start to worry about me.
i miss the me when you were here.
i miss the us.
i remember the times we laughed, the times we cried, but most of all, the times we both loved each others company.
no matter what happened to me, you always found a way to cheer me up.
we were never meant to say goodbye.
she worries about me, but i tell her not to. i don’t want to make her upset as well. so i give the news to someone else, to pass on to her.
’cause it would kill me, even more, to see her unhappy for me.
she talks to me, but i hear nothing. the voice of you still rings in my mind. i can’t get over it.
they tell me to pray, to get over it. but i can’t. i won’t.
i bring you flowers, ya know. every day i replace the old ones with the new. i tell you what’s happened that day and what i’m doing tomorrow.
i lay in bed at night thinking of you. was it love? i’ll never tell. at least, never tell her. it would make it worse.
i miss you every day. i think that if i shut people out i’ll deal with it myself.
but i could never shut her out. she makes me smile and laugh. but not like you did.
maybe if i try really hard, i’ll see you soon. i’ll see you soon, my dear. sooner than you think.
life often asks death why people dislike death but love life so much. death always says, “because life is a beautiful lie and I’m a heartbreaking truth.”