Gone.

I love you. You know that?
I know I've told you countless times, but did you ever believe me? Did you ever really mean it when you told me you loved me too?
I miss you.
It's been too long. You're with her now. You seem happy.
Seeing you with her, makes our story unfold in my mind. From the first time I kissed you, to the last and every other thing that made us special.
You're smiling. I'm glad you're happy. I've always loved to see you smile. It lit up my world. You were my world.
You don't ever see me, but I see you. I smile with you too.
I haven't moved on. I can't move on. I was so in love with you, I'll never have another.
You run your tan hands through your short brown hair, the same way I used to. Your eyes light up and you laugh the same way I used to make you with my stupid jokes.
It's been 3 years, and you just moved on, I'm suprised it took you that long, you deserved better than me, you always did.
How you fell for me in the first place, I will never know. But I'm okay with that.
As I look at you for the final time, I smile, knowing that you're happy with out me.

It's been 3 years 6 months 10 days 2 hours 56 seconds and counting since I left this earth, and you're finally happy.