It's been 2 weeks, 3 days and 5 hours since I last saw you. And here you are, out of the blue, facing directly at me. You won't look at me, your body inexpressive -- your mouth decidedly shut.
I take your hand. I wish you would say something, anything, just so I know what I did to deserve this.
I am still livid with you. About you not showing up for our date that night. We planned it for months. I drained my entire savings to setup everything for that evening.
I called and texted for hours, and I came by your place to see if you were alright, but you never came to the door.
That's when I heard what any lover never wants to hear; the muffled sounds of passion induced by someone else. My heart dropped. My soul withdrew into darkness. My mind left me.
I turned and left. You screamed out to me as my empty shell walked away, but I didn't turn back. No way.
As withdrawn as I am, I cling to the memories we made. The first time I saw you I knew you were the piece to make me whole.
Our first kiss sent an electric storm ripping through my entire body, creating senses and emotions I've never felt before.
When the emotions from our kiss subsided, my mind was flooded with brilliant, long pulses of visions of the future with you.
And every single time I saw you, touched you or smelled you, it returned to me like a tidal wave of overwhelming elation.
But right now, none of that matters. Because right now, you won't even look at me, you won't even talk to me -- you won't even respond. I hold your hand, but you won't hold mines back.
I kiss your forehead, but you won't kiss my chin back, like you always used to. You just can't. And I can't either.
I let go of your hand. You don't bother to reach out. No more kisses from me. No more hugs. I need to leave you now. Your family tells me it's time, it's time to say good bye.
There was one more thing I wanted to do for you, but I have no strength to do it...
But your father, he agreed to do it, to give your eulogy...