The day I died

Oct 29, 2010 18:24

Ever since the day I died, you've been depressed.
I don't enjoy watching you from here, you stopped loving, why?
Didn't I teach you how to deal with problems like this?
Oh, I wish you cold hear me, I wish I could help you, be your guardian angel, but I'm not, I can't do a thing, except watching, hoping you won't do something stupid.
I can hear your thought's and they're not nice, why do you keep blaming yourself...you had nothing to do with it, just that stupid drunk driver.......

I remember it like it was yesterday, even though it's a week ago.
We went shopping, I loved that, but not as much as I loved him, not that I don't love him now, but I can't exactly do anything about that, can I?.
As he went over the street to a jewelery store, I stayed in the car.
He begged me to join him, but I didn't want to.
Suddenly a truck subverted and smashed our car, everything turned back after that...

The next thin I knew, I was on the hospital.
I had all sorts of things on me, I don't know what half of it was good for, but they tried to fix me.
I remember when he held my hand and told me that I'd be just fine when he noticed that I had opened my eyes.
I managed to smile a litte, then he said the three words that ment the world to me...
“I love you.”
Those words were the last ones I heard as my life on earth was about to end.
As my eyelids started to fall, I heard him cry.
I didn't have much time left, I wanted him to know that I loved him too, but before I managed to finish my: I lo...., I passed away.

After that, I found myself sitting here, looking down at my crying boyfriend and my dead body...
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