7 Years

Has time goes by it gets harder and harder. Bits of what it used to be keep disapearing. And I see what was once bright and happiness fade in the dark. The despair of losing what was once so dear to me swallows me whole and I keep falling. Except now i get up and walk by myself weakly but for the first time able to stand alone. And you... You stayed behind living like you've lived until now, unable to follow me where I'm going, unwilling to hold hand the way you used to. When the end comes I wonder what will be left of our love. Maybe just a beautiful story where to souls created a mesmorizing child. P.S: I still love you