I'll Never Stop Loving You

It's been three months, but already it feels like an eternity. The pain and the sorrow have been washed away with the tears of rain and I've come to accept the resting of one more soul. How is it that life has pushed us on, when all I want is to return, past the hurt and the anger, to the couch where we sat, talking. How is it that we've been so quick to recover? Is it because we knew what was coming, had we already resigned ourselves to that inevitable fate? But if that's the case, why was there so much shock when D-Day finally happened?

Why then whenever I think of you do I feel those old memories spring back to life, when it is so difficult to look at the photos and smile. Because while we live, you are gone. Gone from this life to the Heaven you so devotely believed in. Why did you have to leave us, Chrissie? I'm not ready yet for you to go. I'm still holding on to our last conversation, our last laugh, like it was yesterday, yet that final week rings still clear in my mind.

I guess I knew when I wouldn't see you again. Do you remember? I whispered, "I love you," and promised to see you soon, but soon never came. Everyone says that now your suffering has stopped, and I guess that's true. But now mine has started. I always retained hope that eveything would improve. I even prayed- can you believe that? Me, having not gone to Sunday Church in maybe ten years! That's what makes it harder. He didn't listen, and that faint glimmer of chance extinguished just as quickly as it was lit.

I want to revise my first statement. It's been three months, but already it feels like an eternity. And I miss you just as much every day.

I love you, Chrissie.

Don't you forget it.