The Way I Loved Him

Everyone dies. If not today then maybe tommorrow but life always come to an end. My life has never been sunshines nor rainbows. Living in one of the poorest town of Louisiana didnt make it any better. Tired of living in misery, when I was two my mother commited suicide, living me with my dad whom was fighting a colon cancer. Two months after my seventeenth birthday my father died. Then everything changed. I became someone I dont recognize anymore, cold, heartless. I dont even remember the last time I smiled. My life revolved around working while trying to get an educatiom which was not easy at all. I was desperate , alone, broken. But then...HE came alone, bringing me back the desire to live, to go aheaded, to keep fighting. He gave hope, strenght, joy, love and something I never thought I will find, HAPPINESS. He was my sunshine, my everything, my all. He was my Angel, my knight in shinning armor. But to each story or may I say fairytale there is always an end. It might be either a " happy ever after" or a "happy never after" either way they always end. I wonder how mine will end.