Addiction

Fireworks

He was my love. He was all of my existence. Without him I would have been nothin but an empty shell, passing my days just waiting until it was time to leave the world. But I'm wasn't without him. I had him. And he had me.

I went were he went. Listened when he talked. Did what he asked of me. And I did it with all I had in me.

I was once a naïve 18 year old. I doubted myself. I never thought I was good enough for him. For anyone. Even when he said I was.

It was late one night in August. We were driving down the old dusty road back to the fairgrounds that held our families tents.

He stopped the car when he saw a lone tent that was brightly illuminated on greens and blues and purples.

He loaded up a little cart of everything he laid his eyes on.

But before he could buy any of it I stopped him.

"Give me one good reason why I should let you buy a cart full of fireworks."

I said to him.

He looked back at me. His eyes swirling with excitement . Eager. He replied.

"So that I can show you what you do to my heart every time I lay my eyes on you. "

I was taken aback. What did this boy mean. What did he want me to see.

I didn't know you could love a person so much until I watched him light all the fireworks.

An explosion happened around us cracks whopping through the air. It was enough to make your eardrums pop.

He loved me.

Those were the last words I heard from him.

"I love you. With my entire heart and soul and life."

The next morning I woke up to the sound of sirens and wails.

What was happening.

I exited the tent. There was an ambulance a stretcher with a body.

And there were his parents crying.

You see on that day the love of my life died from an overdose on painkillers.

And I was left to be an empty shell.

I sit at the same desk staring out the same window every single day. Because that night. The night of the fireworks. Was the last night I actually lived my life. Now I just sit here. Waiting until I see him again. Waiting until I can be with him again.