Every day, since I was five years old, I walked myself to the grove. And every day, I would lay in that grove, and watch the sky.The sky I saw was never the sky she saw, but I didn't realize this until her mother died. Today I stand in the grove for the last time, laying in the grass, watching the sky, and listening to the static vibrations of the deathly silence of the world. I lay by her, and we both watched the sky. I could smell the sunflowers that lay above her head, and the fresh dirt smell of the soil that had been recently placed next to me. I didn't cry, couldn't cry anymore. As much as I wanted to, no more tears would fall for Lilah Baker.
Sometimes life don't go the way we planned. Sometimes we end up feeling so low, and alone. Like we're in a dark hole with no one around us, but then suddenly there's a light at the end of the tunnel.
And I guess what I'm trying to say is.. You're my light, the one who helped me through the worst time in my life - And for that, I am thankful. I'm thankful that I met you, but I also hate you. I hate what you did to me, because you made me fall in love..
And then my world fell apart once again.
[WARNING!! Contains mature themes, and language