As she walked away, she took part of me.
My heart.
She was the only one who was there for me.
And now, she's gone.
She completed my soul, making me feel needed.
But she wasn't right.
She had doubts of trust.
And so, she walked.
She walked far away, unaware of my love for her.
But she is gone now.
I am gone.
And I only have one question to ask.
Why was it me who had to fall in love with her?
Why was it me who had to face the facts?
Why was it me who had to watch her carry on her life, leaving the past behind?
Why was it me?
Why?