I can't put into proper words, poetic words, on how I feel.
She has my heart, forever and always. I don't care if I'm with anyone else, I am always hers. That may be bad, sure. It may be obsessive, it may be crazy, but that is me. When I give you my heart, you have it forever. I can count on my fingers the people who have my heart, but none as much as her.
Her bright blue eyes grow gray when she cries and it may be awful, yes, but it is beautiful. My sister. My soul mate. No romance could top the love I have for her.
It is as painful as death to look at old photos. Our last hug. Her last smile. She isn't dead, but I feel so when she isn't with me.
I cope, I survive, I repress but God when I remember. When I remember her laugh. When I remember her tears. I am missing so much, and it kills me.
I feel selfish, like I'm the worst person alive when I remember because, oh, how could I forget? She deserves constant love. She is an angel, a gift that I could never deserve.
Oceans have no idea of the depth of love I have. I feel like nobody could understand, how could they? She has saved my life, why I am alive. Every day I push her out of my mind kills me, but every day I keep her there feels worse.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
