Losing a love one is hard but whats harder is saying your goodbyes and knowing that you will never talk til the King of paradize comes. Loving me all these years she did, bringing me soup when I was sick, blasting fireworks outside my window til I decided to come out and go shopping! ‘Love’ to me is breathing with another breathe beside you, knowing that every breathe you take every wink of your beautiful eyes there will be breathing and winking right beside you. Knowing that will always be beside you will comfort you for years and years, but once that breathing goes away your lost in a cloud of depression and horror. ‘what to do’ you ask yourself but even your inself wont talk cause she/he is in a fog. But then you find those good and wonderful momories of all that you had with that person you want it back but you have told yourself so much it can’t happen your finally believeing yourself. Living now in happiness knowing that when you do see that love one again you will hear it breathing and every beautiful wink you will love!