Gone were those days...

I would bring you out at night for dinner and movies. Then we would head to the park where we would watch the fireworks. And at night, we would make sparks of our own.

Gone were the days...

When you would whisper into my ear about things, and I would giggle at the tickly touch of your breath. Your whispers were full of love, happy ending, and forever. And I was contented with us, with happily ever after.

July 4th, the day you went. I cried myself to sleep that night, my broken soul in pain and agony. Angry slashes were dancing on my arm and thighs. They would leave scars, for sure; but a reminder that you're really gone, and I'm not crazy. The scars would heal, but my heart won't even if it takes a thousand years.

A thousand years.

You told me we would be together forever till the end of time. But you were the one that left first, leaving me an empty heart. But I will always love you, and also the memories that we shared. And I know you would continue loving me from heaven and keep me from harm. You always do. I would keep our happier days alive and burning.

Those were the happier days.

But those days are gone.