Love

It was so dark that evening. It hurt to look at her. It was like looking at my heart barely beating on the floor. I couldn't stand it. Love never hurt me this much. I couldn’t believe this was happening. Why me? Why her? Why us? In an instant it was over. I remember the first time we met. It was through my friends on the internet. A strange way to meet someone, a …

…to walk home. When I got to the gates, I stood there, remembering, one at a time, all the things we did together, all the places we had been. The final thing I saw was the twinkle in her eye and the smile on her face when she promised me that she would never leave me. Then I walked home, knowing I would never get to kiss her sweet, gentle lips good night ever again.