It's been two months since Grayson did it, killed himself.
His guitar has not left my side ever since.
I've been so upset about it that I lost my appetite and I haven't gotten out of bed since.
Today was the day I got out of bed and took a shower.
The hot water hitting my back was so soothing, I forgot how much I love showers.
I've been practicing playing the guitar.
I still have my ring from when he proposed. I don't ever plan on getting rid of it.
I planned on going to visit his grave today to say my goodbyes.
I want to join him, be in his arms again.
Missing the feeling of his hands on my waist, his hugs holding from behind.
His strong embraces.
Falling in love with him more and more every second of every day.
Sobbing hours on end wanting him back, begging he would come back.
He never came back.
Now I can join him, we can be together forever.
Just like we promised.
I walked to his grave with his guitar in hand.
I sat at his grave choking back my tears.
I took off the engagement ring and set it on his grave.
" Forever, " I whispered.
I pulled the guitar up to my chest. My heart going miles a minute pouring my heart out into the song, tears running down my face.
( I'm Mr. Loverman
And I miss my lover, man
I'm Mr. Loverman
Oh, and I miss my lover )
What happened to our time, love, promises and marriage?
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4000 Miles Apart
RandomWill they make it work, after all, they have made it work. So far. They survived the social norms but with they survive the distance? Find out if they last in 4000 Miles Apart.
