My dear darling, I love you. I kissed the scars on her wrists, holding back the dreadful tears. Why? Why did you do this? I was always there for you. To share and hold our deepest secrets. To hold you close when you were unhappy, but you were hardly ever unhappy. Right? I gently stroked her arms, and gently kissed her forehead. I said to her, "My love. My world. My happiness. My sweetheart. My darling. My everything. You are too precious to have done this. You are perfect my darling. I would go to the ends of the earth for you."
I began to cry once again. I held her hand and gently kissed it. She was so beautiful. Her body was cold. Today was the day I was going to propose. Everything was supposed to be perfect. I was going to taste your perfect lips in happiness as you hugged me with that perfect smile of yours, and perfect everything. I refused to love another, I never cheat, and neither did she. All eyes were on me. I sighed slowly closing the coffin that contained her precious cold body. The rope mark around her neck was gone. The pain in my heart was almost as big as the love in my heart for her. My darling, I love you.
