He didn't know. He didn't know that she thought of him, every day. Every minute. Almost every second.
He didn't know that she cried every night because all she wanted was to be with him again.
She couldn't stand, waking up every morning, knowing that he wasn't going to be there. That she wouldn't see him.
He didn't know that he was the one thing that forced her to stand through everyday.
He didn't know that he was the reason she forced herself to smile. To make it through. So she could see him again.
He didn't know what she goes through everyday. To walk through everyone. Everyone that has a perfect life. To watch them, with the people they love. Knowing that if she could, she would trade just about anything to have one more day.
He didn't know that every time she thought of him, she would cry her heart out.
He didn't know, whenever she talked to him, the only thing she thought of was the clock ticking by. Waiting for an answer. That she would stay up at night, just to talk to him.
He didn't know that when she left, she died.
He didn't know how much she wanted to grab him and never let go on that last day.
He didn't know that every time he talk to her, she would just wait.
He didn't know how much it broke her to not be with him everyday.
He didn't know that seeing him was the only thing that she would look forward to.
He didn't know…