Meant for Eachother, Just Not Meant to Last

Meant to be. Just not meant to Last.

Remember when we argued about who loved who more? I guess I won.

My wife and I left the house, it was our 2nd Anniversary- I had made plans for us to get dinner to celebrate. We had tucked our child into bed and left her with the babysitter. We laughed affectionately as we entered the car. Little did I know, this would be the last time we would laugh together. I was in the front seat. She sat peacefully beside me. I take full responsability for the following events. I should have seen the oncoming, racing cars. The guilt still haunts me.
The last thing I remember was turning my head, apon hearing my Loves screams. I was too slow to react to the oncoming headlights. The car pounded into ours, forcing us backwards, as we rolled down the steap hill. I was helpless, unable to gain control of the car, or comfort my wife. All I could do was hope and pray that she would be okay.

I woke up, to the sound of a long, harsh, beeping sound. I looked up to see a heart monitor, indicating a lack of heartbeat. Subconciously, I knew exactly what this meant. I stood up. No pain, no suffering, just strong emotion. I felt no weight on my shoulders. I felt free. I looked down at the bed that I had just stood up from to find my body, emotionless and unmoving. Doctors and nurses ran into the room, apon hearing the montor seize, frantically attempting to resuscitate me. My body. It suddenly occured to me. My wife. She was to the left of me, she had a steady heartbeat, but was still unconcious. I went to sit beside her.

'It's okay my love. You're okay.'

I felt a tap to my shoulder, and I spun around uneasily. I sank to the ground when I realised that it was my father.

'Son,' He said, 'You told her that you would love her forever. You kept your promise, it just turns out that her forever is longer than yours.'

We held eachother for a second, before turning back to my love.

4 years later

I watched as she held her fathers hand, as he lead her down the isle. Our daughter looked beautiful. You smiled, it may not have been at me, but I smiled back, because you were happy. As the church bells rang for the last time, it was clear that our story had come to an end, but a new chapter was begining for you. I was simply a chapter in your story, you were the title of mine. I mustn't to end our story with a full stop, but a semi colon, in the hope that one day we can be reunited, and laugh once more;