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.