yI was too late. If only I could have somehow saved her. If only I could have somehow stopped her. I knew that both of these would have been impossible for me to do. But I should have been there. I should have held her hand as she took her last breath.
But now, now I was too late. She was gone. Never again was her name to be spoken. Never again was she even really to be mentioned.
So many times I had the chance to tell her what I was afraid to say. So many times I let slip by. Long ago when my wife died I made a vow not to love again. I'd kept good on that vow, that is until she came along and forever changed my life.
She wasn't the easiest to get on with. She was bull headed, stubborn. She wasn't afraid to speak her mind, go after what she wanted, to cross the line.
All of what made me dislike her when we first met, now made me love her all the more. I respected her, admired her. She made me look at life in ways I'd never done before. I was a better man because of her.
She should have died hearing at least once me say that I loved her. Granted, she never said it to me either, but I felt it. I felt it each time we kissed. Each time we touched. Each time she'd gaze and smile at me.
As long as I live I'll never let those feelings and images go. Sarah has my heart now. I loved my wife deeply and that will never change. But now if possible, I love Sarah even more so.
Now as I walk the streets by the burning buildings my heart breaks once again for lost love, this time for Sarah Ashley. My Sarah Ashley gone forever.