I want John back.
I don't want to hear I will see him again...he lives in my heart....he is in the wind...every time you see a butterfly...a feather...................
I'm broken. His presence....his laughter....his hand in mine....our deep conversations....our future...................
Gone....we will never marry......never find our apartment..... never celebrate our first Thanksgiving...Christmas......
Part of my very being has died.....and I have to go on and live.......how?