That day. That day when you were there, smiling and laughing at me, singing songs and playfully slapped my arm. That was a beautiful day. It was one of many days worth remembering.
Never have I had such a desire to be so close with someone. Nor have I expected that person to be you. I just want to hold you tight and smell the sweet aura of your hair and gently kiss every centimeter of your face.
If only it stayed this way. Sadly, it didn't. Not every day was a beautiful one. My last day, was a day that was impossible to forget. It was a scar, permanently drilled into my mind.
That last day. That last day, you held my dying being in your arms and whispered comforting sweet nothing's into my ear. "You're going to be okay," you said, "you're going to be alright." I was not okay. I was not alright. Nonetheless, you were here. That was all that mattered. That was the only thing I cared about as I slowly...faded...away...