Death

[quothme]

I won't go into the details of it, how or why. But my love died two days ago in what was the worst day of my life. There's a shocking abyss in my life, and I'm not sure how to continue. I thought that life would have no purpose without her, but I'm not suicidally inclined. So I continue this day, like yesterday and the day before, only without her. Sometimes the hardest things in life revolve around death, if not your own, perhaps that of someone else.

I too have died, in a way, just as much as she has. As the days go by, I'll try to cherish her memories and my love for her.