Losing Her

02 Lost

Lost. That is the only word I can use to describe the hurt I feel. My world is crashing down and I don't know what to do.

After seeing the woman I am in love with being buried in the ground, I can't go on with life.

I'm tired of hearing, "Evan, if you need anything I'm here for you" or "It's okay to talk about it." But I don't want to talk about it, I want Nichole back. I want to hug her, and kiss her sweet lips. I want to talk about random things and hear her contagious laugh.

But I can't ever see her again. I won't ever be able to call her, "Nicky." or tell her how beautiful she looks.

My life feels completely over. Melissa looks at me with sad eyes filled with salty tears. Nicky was like her best friend, despite the 4 year age gap.

I know that I have to stay strong, and be happy, and crap but I can't. It's hard and I don't think I can do it. Especially when she was my everything. After senior year I was going to ask her to marry me, she was going to be Nichole Williams, but she never will be. It feels like a bad dream that I should wake up from at any time.

In my room I turn off my light and just lay on my bed. I think about her and everything about her that I love- loved. Her gorgeous chocolate brown hair that was always a crazy mess, her bright green eyes that were slightly hazel, her freckles on her cheeks, and her gorgeous kissable lips. But her personality was even better; she was absolutely the funniest person ever, the most caring woman in the world, she was a very talented singer with a big, beautiful voice, and she was a genius who knew everything and anything.

She could have done amazing things. She could've been a doctor, a vet, a teacher, my wife.

When I look up I am amazed at what I see.

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