Where we met

This is where we met. You were sitting on a bench and I was lost that day, it was a wonderful coincidence I suppose.

You were always nervous around me, I think it was really the only moment that you showed any trace of it. You tended to keep everything in though, divulging emotions sparingly and I never held that against you.

As time passed we grew more comfortable with each others presence. This led to us talking more and learning about one another, it was nice. Really the first time I’ve been able to open up to anyone and feel completely safe with what I said.

As we grew closer we met more often and more frequently, soon we would feel odd if we hadn’t heard from each other that day. You had me when you were in trouble and in return, I knew you would be there when I needed you.

Soon our relationship was established by our first date, which turned into our second, then our third. It was clear how close we were becoming… one may have said we were falling in love.

A year and a half would pass until we would be engaged and another year until we would be married. It was wonderful day, something I’ll always cherish.

We of course weren’t that weird TV couple. We would have our ups, and our downs, we would cry over each other and yell at each other. We would smile about each other and surprise each other. It was a spectacular relationship we had.

Yet nothing can be perfect… and perfection is something life does not like to provide.

I was forced to leave you, not by choice but by fate. You held strong until I departed but showed how damaged you had become in the moments after I had left.

You lost interest in so much you were once proud of, dropped away from who you were and became something you were not at all. I know you’ve changed, it’s written in your eyes.

Please… don’t be like this. Just because I’m gone doesn’t mean life stops, it’s a reminder of how good we had it, how good life can be, and how painful it can be.

You shouldn’t live like this though, it’s not living at all. You have to pull yourself together. Don’t blame yourself as it wasn’t your fault, or anyone else’s.

As sad as it seems, the world will keep spinning and days will go on. I know it will be hard but you must move on. Medicine can be bitter, but one must take it if they want to feel better and believe me when I say, I know you can feel better.

This is where we met and this is where we say goodbye, as painful as it feels and as hard as it will be… you must carry on, even though I am gone.