Francis, I know your out there somewhere. Come back please. I hate every time we fought. Did I ever tell you that? I'm sorry. My hand feels empty and cold without your hand intertwined with mine. I go to sleep at night in an empty bed and wake up with no change. I miss you appearing out of nowhere and holding me from behind. When I look in the mirror all I see an empty face. Where are you to bring the color back to my face? Francis, I can't live without you. No one makes me feel the way you do. I remember every time we walked along the beach together at night. Do you remember when we were little and I always brought you flowers? I miss that. I remember when you fell ill and I stayed at the hospital everyday and night. You went in and out of consciences many times. I remember the last time you were conscience, the doctors didn't think you had a good chance at surviving. You smiled at me with that smiled and told me that you loved me and that you'd always be with me. I squeezed your frail hand lightly and whispered that I loved you too as tears started to fall. But you didn't hear me though did you? You didn't see those tears either, did you? It's not fair. It scared me as I felt your hand go limp in mine and to see the shine in your eyes dull. It scared me to know that you left me. Days, weeks and months pass by and its almost been a year since that day. Everyone must be lying to me, you can't be dead. I'm going to find you, I promise. I just keep waiting for you to appear though. I never told you that I loved you enough, I'm sorry. Please Francis, come back, it's lonely without you. I don't like having to wipe away my own tears.