"That's my girl, always doing the stupid things."
She's gone.
But how can she be gone? I just saw her a while ago.
I never meant to break her heart, I loved her with all I had, and now she's gone.
I look strong on the outside, but inside I'm crying, dying.
They say you never know how much someone means to you until you've lost them, but I knew exactly how much Anya meant to me.
Half of me is gone now. No, more than half.
I wanted to spend my life with her, to have kids and grandchildren with her. I wanted to be there for her when she got sick, to hold her when she got cold.
I'll never forget what she meant to me.
I'll always love her.
Forever and always.