I've gone through a lot in the past 7 months. I don't expect pity, or sympathy, but it was more than I was ever prepared for, and certainly more than I could handle. With all that I've lost, I needed something to hold onto. And she was there. I fell harder than I should have in the short time we had. I wanted and hoped so badly that it would last. Because I was happy with her. She showed me the light when I was trapped in the darkness.

But it couldn't last. I wanted the sunlight, but she was a candle. And no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't keep the fire alive. I think I knew all along that this was the only outcome; that it wouldn't last. I was happy, but it was only temporary. Now I'm alone in the dark again. With the full weight of everything that's happened bearing down on me all at once. No one to hold onto. No one to help me now.