She was perfect. She was beautiful. She was smart. She was funny. She was everything to me. She was all I needed and more. I guess I wasn't, though, because she was. Past tense. Plu-perfect past tense. I guess that means that she 'had been.' She had been happy. She had been mine. She had been alive. But now she is dead, and I have to live with that. Without her. And it hurts.