The one thing I could be doing if she was here with me is I could be stroking her long, dark brown hair and kissing her sweet, soft lips. I just miss her with all of my heart and soul. She was my love, my weakness, my everything. I can't live without her. Holding her in my arms and stroking her hair as she sleeps that was the best highlight of my entire life. The way she flashed her sweet smile lifted my spirits. She always brought the best out of each and every day. I wish she was still here in my arms. I decided after a long thinking process to go into her room. I almost forgot what it looked like. I haven't been in there in since the accident. I remember everything we went through as soon as I touched the doorknob. I started to feel tears run down my face onto my arm that was reached out for the door. I fell onto her bed burying my face into her pretty blue pillows. We had several pictures of us and our friends together on the shelves. I swear she was the only one that kept a smile on my face. I loved to laugh around her and to look into her eyes. She was the love of my life. I miss everything. I'm can't help but be broken without her. What happened to us? We were the best at everything. I can't go on because I need her. Every moment with her felt like the first time I saw her. It was like magic and sparks wrapped into one when we kissed. We were so in love, I mean of course we had our differences but that made us stronger. We were hard to separate, well until now. I don't know where we went wrong or maybe I do. Oh, what did I do? I was the one that did that to her. I don't understand how this could get worse. I slumped off the bed and tried to fix the pillows through the blurry vision. I finally made it the way it was when she was here. I slowly walked to the door with my head hung low and turned off the lights. I didn't want to go back in there ever again. I want her back with me so I could fix my mistakes with her. It doesn't even matter that I was the one at fault.
