She is my alpha my omega.
A day didn't pass when I didn't think about her, I woke and went to sleep thinking about her, very few pass now I don't think of her.
Within my eyes her beauty was so deep I would fall in its shadow.
I hate myself, and believe I failed her in her last struggle. I feel I may be subjected to eternal damnation for that one. This was my job.
If could request one thing from God it wouldn't be eternal life it would be I could hold her one last time, and let her know how much I loved her.
She was the reason I could believe in God, any God. Only God could create someone like her.
Her absence left me wanting to get out. She's didn't die alone, part of me died with her.
I couldn't have rejected her for her past mistakes. She is mine now, forever and always.