Gone.
She is gone, and so am I. How can I continue to exist when half of my soul has been ripped from me so violently? How can I survive wih the knowledge that the only one capable of making me compleat has been ripped from my armbs mear seconds from our union?
How?
My tears have made the paper moist, and it is becoming difficult to write. But for what little releif it offers from the searing ocean of pain that has decended upon me, I shall continue.
The doctors have told me the disease she has been struck by was incurable, and that even if we had known we could not have stopped it, nor even delay its progress.
Oh, how can I go on! My love is gone, and soon, I realize, my life will follow.
She is gone, and so am I. How can I continue to exist when half of my soul has been ripped from me so violently? How can I survive wih the knowledge that the only one capable of making me compleat has been ripped from my armbs mear seconds from our union?
How?
My tears have made the paper moist, and it is becoming difficult to write. But for what little releif it offers from the searing ocean of pain that has decended upon me, I shall continue.
The doctors have told me the disease she has been struck by was incurable, and that even if we had known we could not have stopped it, nor even delay its progress.
Oh, how can I go on! My love is gone, and soon, I realize, my life will follow.