he thought he was the reason she didn't show up.
he thought he was the reason she never grew up.
he thought he was the reason she didn't get a chance.
he thought he was the reason she gave up.
he thought he was the reason she gave her dreams up.
he thought he was the reason she forgot.
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she thought that she was the reason he hated her.
she thought that she was the reason he didn't visit anymore.
she thought that he would leave some flowers.
she thought that he would talk to her for hours.
she thought that he would share her story.
she thought that if she left things would be better.
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they thought that they were the reason things went wrong.
they thought each other hated the other.
they thought that each other had given up.
they thought that things would've gotten better.
they thought that what they did could numb the pain.
they thought that himself and herself were the reason for this mess.
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she died of a broken heart while fighting cancer.
he didn't visit anymore, he was too heartbroken to see her like that.
she loved him.
he loved her.
But not everything works out.
If you're not honest with each other and don't tell the other how you're feeling. The relationship will go down in flames. Dying of a broken heart is possible.
Honesty is the best policy in a healthy relationship.
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dear kels,
I'm sorry I didn't visit anymore, seeing you in pain was too much for me. I missed your beautiful hair framing your face, and stroking your hair was how I comforted you. But how could I comfort you if you had no hair? I'm sorry you had to get exposed to the radiation that gave you cancer. That's honestly my fault too. It's my fault that we got in that car accident and you had to get all those x-rays and scans to see what was wrong.
It's my fault that you had to get a new bed and a new blanket. I hope it's comfy down there, darling. I miss you greatly, and I know it's wrong of me to do. Because the doctors told me you died of a broken heart. If I would've visited still, you would still be here. They said you could've made it. But it was my fault you didn't get that chance.
Your family hates me, they even told me that. They didn't let me go to your funeral or burial. I visit your grave everyday, and on your grave it says,
"died of a broken heart -
beautiful, talented, and beloved daughter, niece, granddaughter and friend.
1998-2016"It kills me everytime. I'm sorry darling. I miss you. I'm sorry.
Love,
Hayes
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