ZJM

March 25, 2015. The memories come flooding back to me as I stare out an open window at a world that will never be the same. The relentless pain, the endless crying, the sleepless nights. You broke your promise. You told me that you would be here as long as I wanted you. It was never a want, it was a need. I didn’t know five years ago that you would mean so much to me. You’re gone and it feels like part of me is missing. You were put in my life, when I needed someone to pull me from the dark pit I was tumbling into. I willingly gave a piece of my heart to you, never for it to be returned. You gave it back, broken. You’re gone and I don’t know what to do.