I finally realized just how true the saying "You never know what you got until it's gone" really is.
Why did I have to lose him before I knew what I had?
I wish I would have known before he was gone.
Now I feel I can never get him back.
I cry every time I think about not being with him.
Not being able to call him mine.
Wish he could understand how much I love him.
How much I want him.
Every time I think ending I remember what he told me and he stops me.
"If you ever try to end your life I will hate for the rest of mine."
If only he knew just how many times he's saved me without even being here.
I let the best thing that has ever happened to me slip out of my hands.
I miss him all the time.
Everyone tells me to get over him and move on.
How can you move on and get over someone whom you love from the deepest part of your heart?
Who just the very thought of them can save you?
When someone can answer that I'll get over him and move on.