weheartit

You were there. You were always there for me. Always holding my hand when I needed it, always kissed my lips when I needed it. I didn't really need it. I needed you. More than anything on this planet, I needed you. You were my strenght, my everthing. You kept me safe.

You came to me when I needed you the most. Took my hand and led me from the darkness. Pulled me up from the dark hole I had dug for myself. You saved me. You saved me from myself. I was my own worst enemy until you came and made my life worth living. The feelings I got when I was with you was the best feelings in the world. The butterflies I never had suddenly started to fly around in my stomach.

Then with no warning, poff, you were gone. The butterflies died. Everything turned black. My already wounded heart broke once again to a million pieces. The darkness that had dissappeard, came again. Slowly everything became darker and darker. Everything I ever needed was gone. My savior, my hero was now nothing. My hand slowly slipped out from yours.

Was it my fault? Did you leave because I wasn't good enough? Did I hurt you first so that I deserved it? So many qusetions... But I chose not to ask. And now it's too late.

I look down at you from time to time. You're happy. My heart still aches. But if you're okay, I'm okay. You saved that box. That box with all of our pictures. That means everything to me. You're holding one of the pictures in your hand. The one of you and me by the water. A tear slips down your face and you whisper "I'm sorry..."