She sat there..
smoking her last cigarette just before sundown. It’s amazing with all the people there I only managed to see her the entire time. Everyone else didn’t exist. They were in another world that was completely obsolete to me. I was here. In her world. A world that was utterly superior to my own. That was the night it all began. The months that followed were possibly the best moments of my entire life. Now these memories just haunt me. She haunts me. If I could go back and change it all I would. If I could tell her everything I wanted to. If I had only stopped her. She would still be here. She would be here with me. She would still be mine. I know she would want me to try and move on. I know she would want me to be happy. The only problem is, I can’t. In every girl I meet I search for her. I try see if they laugh like her. If they smile like her. If they get as happy as she did when they smelled roses. If they read as much fantasy novels as she did. If their favorite colour was burgundy or if they loved musicals. But I realize, now, that I will never find another girl just like her. I will never get her back. She will be the death of me…just as I was to her.
To be continued…?
Not sure…I have an idea as to where I want this to go but I have no idea how I’m going to get there.
