You smiled, I smiled.
You laughed, I laughed.
You breathed, I breathed.
I loved and I loved and I lost you.
And we were perfect for each other, we were after all, 'The Ultimate Forever Couple'
If only they hadn't of jinxed our beautiful, god-given, blessed relationship. If only you sat here, with me, and held me tight by your side, together we would have laid, smitten in our love that welcomed one another.
But one day I will be, right there, right next to you. And it's hard that now the days seem to drag on, drag on, drag on.
Tell me not to cry, but the feeling's much to overwhelming, the way you stared at me and the way I stared back, the way we loved and shined our positivity. I wanted to go with you, but you foreboded me from doing so.
But I beg of you, Take me away, away from this place and next to you. Can I lay next to you? Next to where our hearts are entwined? Next to the place you lay now.
I'm not crying, I'm not crying. I am not crying. But please, can you take me away, take me away from this place and next to you.
I need to make sure you are all right. I will treasure you. But please let me be with you.
The news came fast, the letter in which tore my heart was addressed on the fireplace, Elated you had written back to me from Afghanistan, I ran forward leaving the bag of groceries by the front door as I sent a silent prayer to the one above.
I tore open the paper, not being able to wait anymore and immediately my eyes scanned the words before me, though I seemed to understand only a few handfuls 'Sorry, Dead, Funeral, Honour' And your beloved name imprinted on the few soldiers that died for their country.
I loved and I loved and I lost you.
Heart broken, scared and alone I read the note you left me but couldn't take the first two sentences as I broke down, hysterics taking over my form, The one person who I had learned to love was snatched from me, right when we were going to start a family.
Our family.
The two words seemed like a curse, looking after our baby without being able to watch them learn how to be cherished by a father. And the thought of loving somebody else immediately sent me into another round of hysterics.
I had learned how to grow up without parents, period. Yet, I wasn't strong enough to bring up a baby who would be a splitting image of you, and the thought of giving up a baby made me sick.
Why did you leave me beloved? Why does everyone I learn to love always leave me? Am I that much of a bad person?
My beloved, you were my life, my rock, my world, how could I live without you?
How could I leave our child to fend for themselves.
And so I brought up our child, my heart complete yet broken with the loss of you, my love. I watched as our baby walked their first steps and I knew how happy you would have been if you were here, with us, with me.
I watched as our baby spoke his first words, something on the lines of mom, but I was happy, content even. And as he went to school, my heart breaking as he cried his heart out on the though of me leaving. And I watched as one day as he came home crying, weeping, sobbing as he told me he hated you for leaving, leaving us to fend for ourselves.
I forced myself not to cry and held my baby till his breath went soft and his snored bounced across bringing a soft background noise, though for me I was too lost in my thoughts.
I missed you, oh beloved, I missed your touch, your words, your everything. And I needed you - We needed you. The both of us, needed your love to keep us going, we needed your hand to keep us going. We needed your existence to keep us going.
We loved and we loved and we lost you.
We needed you so so much, that it hurt both physically and mentally, and right now we only had each other to mend our hearts, mend our hearts, to mend our hearts.
I don't wanna live forever in vain, but right now I would, until our baby had found someone he would depend on.
They would love and love until they lost one another.
Just like us.
