I couldn't live when she died, but now you've came along. It feels like everything is okay again. When I first say you, I smiled for the first time in four years. I knew you were someone who could take care of me - repair me. It took me a month to realize I could live without her, and to accept you.
You whispered in my ear, "Something beautiful always comes out of disaster." And, you were right.
You sigh, and I wonder what's wrong. You tell me you don't feel loved anymore. I ask how that's possible. You say it doesn't matter and you're being foolish. But, it does. You're the reason I'm still alive. Why haven't you realized that? You cry and whisper in my ear that you need me there, and you can't loose me. I tell you you're perfect and you're the only thing that matters to me.
We kiss, and you wake up, realizing it's just a foolish dream and I'm still dead.
