You know how sometimes you wake up, and you just know.
Today is not going to be a good day.
It was not one of those days.
And yet, it changed me, and I will never forget.
I will never forget you.
From day one we knew it was going to be hard. We were vastly different people, we had strong, opposing personalities. But opposites attract right?
We clashed in nearly every aspect of our live. We fought nearly constantly. Our friends and family didn't understand how or why we stayed together.
They couldnt understand how the two of us were soulmates.
They often asked me if I ever considered leaving you. It's not like it doesnt happen, not all soulmates are suited to one another. But we were.
Somehow, dispite all the fighting, and the anger, we fit perfectly.
The day we met is blurry in my mind, it was so long ago. You're present in all of my memories.
I'll always remember the way my world burst into color that first day I saw you. For a moment I felt like I couldnt breathe.
And yet, I could have lived in that moment for eternity.
We were so young and innocent. We still fought, but everyone figured, we're soulmates, we'll grow out of it. We never did.
If anything, our fighs got worse. As we got older we made eachother miserable, almost as if we wanted to.
And maybe we did.
It all came from a place of passion. A passion for life. A passion for love. A passion for one another.
In some cases, when soulmates meet, they dont see all the colors, they just see one.
If that had been the case for us, we would have seen red. Dark, purpling red. Like a new bruise.
Regardless, I would never have given you up for anything. I would do anything, given the chance to turn back time and change it all.
If I could I would go back to that first moment with you, and just stay there, forever.
But if I could only have you for a moment, I would tell you I loved you.
We didn't do that enough.
I will never regret not being with you when it happened. When it did though,
I knew instantly.
There was no gut feeling. No thoughts nagging at the back of my mind. No crazy, vivid dreams foreshadowing destruction.
There was nothing.
I was walking through the rose garden. The flowers reminded me of you, their vibrancy, their elegance, their name.
Slowly the color started bleeding out of the flowers. Out of the grass. Out of my life.
I knew what it meant. I had always known this day would come for one of us. Though, selfishly I had always hoped it would be you. Because I knew I couldnt live without you.
And I can't.
When you died, I died. Your color faded from my life, and yet you have left a scar upon my very existence.
I will never forget you, or the mark you once left on my life.