I now have to get over the obsessing fact that I'm going on, living without you. Its been months - a year now - and I still can't get my head around the idea that after everything we promised, I ended up alone. I've missed you, a lot, though each day it gets easier. You have given me the reason I'm living today, yet the reason why at some point I wanted to end my life. I want you to always be happy, really I do, and as for me, I'll get there someday. I'll hold onto the memories because in a world full of change, they are the only things that don't, something that I am almost unwilling to accept, but there's no way around it. You can't change the past. I'm coming into terms with my reality, and its getting easier to accept each day, and the reality is, your not here, and nothing I can do will make you come back.