The beginning of the End

Last part

July 7th 2021 I got the phone call. How crazy it is that I got it on the day we first met.

It was your mom. She ripped my heart out of my whole body. She ripped it out and throw it on the ground and just kept stepping on it. That's how it felt.

You had died of a no cure disease. You left me because you knew you would die. You didn't want me to see you slowly fade away. I wish you would've let me make that decision. I would've chosen you. In this lifetime and in another.

Your mother told me your last dying wish was for me to be happy without you. Little did you know that wasn't possible. Never was. You knew that. You had to .

Our love was stronger than anything in the whole entire world. Nothing could have came between. But something did. That sickness did. It took you away from me.

That night when I laid in bed I knew I couldn't be without you. I couldn't stomach the thought of life without you.

I did what I thought I had to. So as I laid there lifeless I still got to see you one last time.

I Walked into your open arms. And together we walked into the afterlife.

At least I wasn't alone anymore. I had you. My centerpiece.

My beginning of the end.