I remember the day she left. The pouring rain impinge on the concrete Earth, scattering and scaring all the people as they all went inside the train station. I was there, all alone with her. The rain crashed in waves violently battering on the surface of my umbrella. I felt the lower part of my pants becoming heavier as the cloth soaked in water with every passing moment. But I did not care, I held my umbrella tight with my hand, trying to protect her as much as I could. This was the day that we knew was coming, the day we say goodbye. She jumped into my body, held me tight. I could feel her tiny body trembling, her eyes flowing with tears, as she did not want to leave. She did not want to part ways with me. But there was nothing we could do other than say goodbye.
As days turned into weeks, then months, here I am left all alone, pacing back and forth from one memory of her to the next. Numb from all the pain as if a part of me had been forcefully ripped apart and I walk through the days dragging my body searching for meaning and answers. They all tell me that time heals all wounds, that I will forget her as time goes on. How could I forget her? She has been all that I think about. Even in my sleep, all I dream about is her. All the happy memories, the days I spent with her, I thought they would last forever and we would be together always. She always had this great smile whenever I see her. We would hold hands as if we were meant to be next to each other always. The way she kissed me was always full of love and the way she touched me was always full of affection. I should have told her more about how much I love her. I should have told her more about how much I care for her.
They say that if I throw away my feelings for her, I will be much better. They say that if I forget her, I will be happy. If I forget her, I will fall in love with someone again. But how could I forget her? How could I forget the best thing that ever happened in my life…