Pictures like this will never come across as something
I would reblog in tumblr,
till the death of the man of my life.

Every word touched my heart, my scar.
Death was never suppose to come anywhere near close to me.
Yet on that fateful night, it brushed across me
and took him away.

I promise to be well. I will be. And I will keep trying.
I was not suppose to think of it this way,
but I can't keep the thoughts away from my mind.

Why me? I'm only 19.
Three more weeks to my graduation ceremony.
A couple more years to me earning money and you to go into retirement.
And then a few more years and you could put the veil on my head and give my hand to another man you would trust.
And then you could hold your grandchildren and have them sit on your lap like how I used to.

Was heaven punishing me for expecting too much?

It hurts.
It hurts to miss someone who have been there for every single day of my living life,
and never to have him there ever again.
It hurts to accidentally expect that little cough or sniff,
to expect him coming home after work in the evening...
And only to remember the reality.

He's gone and never will be back.
He never made it home...