Lost

I think of her always.

A moment in my mind thats engraved so solidly. The blackness of the night and I’m holding her tightly in my arms, I kiss her on the cheek and stare into the blackness of the sky and think to myself… "I could live forever in this moment."

And I remember this as one of our final goodbyes. Something thats been repeating in my mind like a short video clip from a movie, perfection seems so plausable in the eye of the beholder.

They say that if you love something, let it go and if it comes back to you… It was ment to be. But I know this will never happen. I asked her for one last favor, the last thing I would ever ask her in this short life of mine. I asked her to never let me in her life again.

The one person in this world that my love has no limits for, and I asked her to never let me in her life ever again. She very reluctantly agree’d to my request, only if I felt that this is what I really wanted. And I know this is the right choice, because I could never live a normal life if I continue’d to wait for her for the rest of my life.

I’ve lost two pieces of me in the span of a few years. My two closest friends, my family, my loves. They were everything to me, a part of me as much as I’m a part of myself.

I walk the same road I’ve walked a million times before. I walk this path with the understanding that I’ll never be the same. I’ve lost two pieces of me, two pieces that I’ll never be able to get back. Two halves of my heart.

The color purple and red are now gone, what remains is blue.