The Living Will Rise Up and The Dead Will Fall Down

I was once one of the living.
One day I met a boy.
He is one of the living.
He will always be.
He made me feel like the most precious jem of them all.
He would stop at nothing to make me happy.
I was his and he was mine.
Until one day he truly opened his eyes.
He realized.
He couldn't do it anymore.
What about me, he didn't think it was ever hard for me?
Not seeing him.
Not talking with him every second of every hour.
Not spending every day doing something with him.
Not hugging him every morning, night and in between.
Not holding his hand everywhere we went.
And last but not least.
Not being able to kiss those big soft lips of his every minute.
Now,
I am,
One of the Dead.