With love comes.... well a lot of things. It comes with smiles and tears, joy and pain, laughter, stomach butterflies, and heartbreak. But in the case of death, the heart break is different. The love of your life is no longer here. The one who you craves, not even sexually, just intimately. The one who took you out to every restraunt he knew of, every single Sunday. The one who held you so close that his smell lingered on your pajamas all those lonely and scary nights. The one who knew that you we're raped. There aren't words to describe the relationship that y'all had. He was your best friend, in a way that is more like family. But also in a way more than that. And now, all those wonderful things, the things describe able and indescribable, are all over.
