I get it... Our love was never meant to last, yet still I can't help but find it daunting, how quickly eternity came and went. It feels like only yesterday that you were in my arms. I can still sense your breath on my chest, but my fingers are growing cold without your touch. I tell my friends that I'm fine, I tell my mother that I'm fine, I even tell God that I'm fine, but my soul doesn't believe my lies. There is an aching deep within me, a voice in my ear that keeps whispering your name, and nothing has ever been the same since you departed. I feel like a lost puppy, sitting by the door waiting for its owner to come home. My tail wags no longer, however, since I have lost faith in my owner.
Long walks underneath the moonlit sky have served me no good. Music has no taste. And I have lost all desire for food or sleep or life. I still have a voicemail from a few years back. You claimed that you loved me then, I wonder where that love has gone to hide. I wonder who is holding you at night, I know how much you hate to sleep alone. I wish you would just come home and jump into my arms, stitch up my broken soul, I swear I can forgive you for it all.
Your perfume is still deep within the mattress. Every now and again I get a whiff in the kitchen or down the hall or on the couch that we spent so many nights lying in one another's arms. I have a new journal, I started it the day that you left. It is filled now with poems and letters and tears all for you. I wonder what were God's intentions when he told you to leave. I wonder if the angels cried for the loss. I wonder if the devil rejoiced at my broken heart. I wonder if the stars had to realign, or if this was always our destiny...