Gary
I've confessed everything.
I've told her what I had been dying to tell her for a month. But what does it even matter anymore? Nothing matters anymore. She's gone. And she's not returning.
It hurts even more to look at her grave, knowing there's not even a tiniest bit of chance that she is ever coming back for me. She isn't. Dammit!
"Do you know what's the hardest part of loving someone? It's the day when you lose them," I mutter, gripping my hair and yanking them with force. I might go crazy. Hell, I think I already have.
It bothers me. It bothers me so much that she doesn't reply back. Why can't everyone just have their life all like rainbows and unicorns? Why do lovers only end up together in movies and books?
When the doctor had told me about Myra's death, I could feel my hea
