The memories.
Oh the sweet stale memory of what was once your hand in mine, now, nothing but dust.
The feeling of your lips brushing against mine only but a faint thought.
The nights spent texting.
The days spent walking through endless fields just enjoying the company.
The parties.
The reunions.
The day you met my mother.
All gone.
The day I got that call was the day my life crumbled in front of my foolish eyes.
I remember it more vividly than any other memory.
The unthinkable speed in which I drove to get to the hospital.
The pounding of my sinking heart as I entered the ward.
The way I dropped to my knees as I saw you, laid there lifeless on the bed.
I had failed.
Failed in protecting you against the demons in life.
If only I was there with you instead of wallowing in my self worth at some party.
If only I had held your hand as you crossed that busy highway.
If only I was there to sacrifice my body instead of your frail, innocent self.
If only I could've been the one who was hit by the car instead of you, my love.
Therefore I stand here today,
1 month on trying to heal but failing miserably.
You have to understand this is my only way out.
If I fail I shall suffer through eternity without you.
We will be together soon my love.
Tonight I will meet you once again.
And with that I took my last breath and choked out
"I love you".
A/N - I'm trying to get back into writing it's just hard right now, thanks for all the support though!
