You weren't meant to die. I wasn't made to live in this world without you. We were meant to be together forever. Our lives were meant to be filled with love. However, what is meant to be, what is taken as a grantee, rarely occurs.

It is these assumptions, these fairytales that we tell ourselves, which cause us the most pain. I once believed that we could never be. We were young and innocent; neither ready for commitment nor ready to let go. Though, after the crash and the rehabilitation, you were my support. You were my guardian angel; just as when we were young.

We made ourselves believe that we could do it; that we could defy the odds forever. Only we couldn't; one would eventually fall while the other still stood. I loved you like a fire burning red; everything you were was everything I loved.

We believed that our wisdom had grown. We believed that our love could conquer all – we believed wrong. Wisdom is all but a figment of a delusional mind and most importantly; love cannot conquer all - if at all. Because in the end you died in a cold foreign place; I am alone forever in this world; my life is filled with despair. Maybe you were meant to die; maybe I wasn't meant to live.


I don't own the wonderful creation that is stargate :(
The result of Pain Killers+Mother+Waiting-to-pick-up-sister, please review anyways