January 11th, 2017by MyCalamity
She’s dead. Gone. I couldn’t save her. She was everything to me, and I love her still. She and I were unexplainable. She was the only reason I was happy, helped me not care so much about the bad stuff. She was my only good. She’s dead.
And if I had stopped her from going alone, she’d be okay. When I was with her, all I wanted was to make her happy, and when I wasn’t with her, I wanted to be with her. She felt the same. She told me that. She explained to me what love was, showed me, made me feel like I had family. She was my life.
She is dead though, so live and forget right? I’ll never forget her.