If I could.
Just go through that well one more time.
If I could.
I would smile. For maybe the first time in so long.
Smile and be happy.
Maybe just to see his face. But for real.
I would not be dieing anymore.
Or try to die.
He is my world. And since he is ripped from my life, my life will be ripped from me.
I breathe him. He is gone, so I do not breathe.
I love him. So much.
