He wasn't supposed to leave. He was supposed to stay with me forever. He promised me and now I have no one. It isn't fair. I didn't have enough time with him. Sitting here looking at pictures of him is killing me. It hurts. It's the worst feeling. I feel my heart break every time I look at him and I know I can't touch him. I can't feel his lips caress my skin, his hand will never touch mine, and his eyes will never fall on my face again. I tell myself these things hoping that I will move on. I hope to forget so my heart can mend. Yet I sit at our favorite spot on a beach as I look at pictures of our family. I sit staring into the sunset wishing I could feel him again.
"I've waited for you." My eyes closed to the sound of his voice…