I couldn’t take it anymore. Every night I had a new nightmare, the kind that were brought on by falling asleep in tears. The ache in my heart had never been so painful, it was as if a hundred knives had been stabbed into my chest. I could hardly breathe, it was hard to sleep, how did I deserve this?

         I was in love. It was year of sweet kisses, warming hugs and nights filled with laughter. He was the greatest thing that had ever happened to me. His eyes were like baby blue crystals and he had a cotagious smile that made people stop and stare for a moment. He was perfect…and he was mine. Girls would watch us with envious eyes as we walked hand in hand, but he would just pull me closer and kiss my forehead; I was his, too.

        The vicious world took him from me. It was quick and it was unfair. One day, my head was on his chest and we were sinking further into our emotions. The next day, he was in a hospital bed and the heartbeat I had just heard was gone. How would walking down the street lead him to this? It didn’t make sense and I refused to believe it.

         Part of me went to school everyday hoping that he would somehow appear in the seat next to me. I waited for my phone to go off each night, as if it could be him, telling me that he was still here. I opened my eyes each morning trying to convince myself that it was all just a dream. But it was real; he was no longer here. As much as I tried to tell myself otherwise.

        I didn’t want to continue to go on without him. So many nights did I consider taking my own life just so that I could be with him again. If only forever could have lasted just a little bit longer..