The way he loved me.

I am missing him, it hurts me. Just thinking about him. He's everywhere I look, every where I go. His memories are locked in everything he ever gave to me. My Necklace, the ring, my jacket that I sleep in at night. I smell him in the mornings as my shower steam clears away. I see his gentle smile when I think I hear his voice. Knowing he is gone and is not comming for me is hard. What can I do? When he is no where to wipe away the tears he doesn't know he caused? He'd kill for me, all those who hurt me, I hope he never kills himself. I hope he doesn't kill me.

I did this, I took myself away. There was nothing I could do to spare our hearts. His tears haunt me when I think of all his pain. I know that in his eyes, there is nothing worse than what I have done. He is unknowingly the center of my world, the very thing that I woud kill for if it made him happy. I would do anything to see him smile again, to hear him laugh. Instead I can only cry about it. He hates it hwen I cry, but here I am, doing it all over again. That tear that never leaves my eyes, hardened by the love he gave to me.

He taught me to never cry, but I can't stop.