Never the same
My life will never be the same without him. He was my other half, my world, my everything. But he's gone, out of my life. Door closed, locked and the key thrown away. Everything was so perfect; we were planning our future together. A big white wedding, honeymoon in the Caribbean, a few kids, growing old together.
His name was Jason, tall and handsome. Longish black hair, beautiful eyes the colour of the sea. They sparkled when he laughed and smiled. We were only young but we were in love, what crime is that? He was my best friend, my saviour since being a child. He saved me in ways I didn't know was possible. A hole was filled when I met him and he helped me.
It was two weeks before our wedding, we were only 24. There was a terrible fire that consumed our home. I was out but my darling fiancé, my Jason, was there. The hospital said he died immediately but I don't believe them. He was a fighter; I know he would have battled the hellish flames to try and see me again. I can never go back in time and undo the past. But I would give my life to see him one last time, to hold his hand, to live a missed life. I will never be the same.
I am now 79, no children, no husband. No-one in the world. My life is nearly over; I can feel my candle fading out. No-one will miss me, and I won't miss them. I can hear my sweetheart's voice calling me from the distance. I will soon be a distant memory, my life's story like petals blowing in the wind. My mind is at rest, my last breath drawn.
Suddenly, I'm 24 again, at my wedding walking down the aisle, to my knight in shining armour, alive and whole again. His hand, so warm in mine, is like a medicine to me. Young and more alive than ever, I welcome death with open arms.
The end