When the one person you love,
The one person you never want to stop talking to or seeing or being with,
When you leave that person,
All you have left are those memories
Memories of laughing until you cry,
Sobbing then he wipes your eyes dry.
That is what's left.
You hold on to those memories thinking that life will never go on.
Slowly, it does
You don't even notice it
But your days go from nothing to something
Something to everything.
That's what life is about,
Finding your everything
