It's been 484 days since I lost my beloved. I still can't accept that he's gone and left me. I know how much he meant to me in his love, but I loved him so much, more than anything else. I wish he would come back to me. I would hold him and cry. I don't know why he did this and left me. I wish we could be together again, just for a few moments.
Somewhere
Keane
In the midst of this long struggle between what I want and what I don't want, between what life imposes on me, I always feel I must escape and get away. I feel no connection to anything around me, as if I were a ghost, a shadow, your image without identity. I don't know where I will go after I pass through all of this.
I loved you in a way that words could never truly explain with a heart that believed love was enough to keep us together But now all that remains is a quiet ache a sadness that follows me in the silence Because sometimes the person you love the most becomes the one you miss the deepest and the love that once felt like home turns into a memory that hurts more than it heals.