I miss her. I miss her piercing brown eyes that would always look at me with so much love. I miss her silky black hair that twirls around my fingers every time I wake up. I miss her beautiful soft lips that part the slightest bit every time she starts falling asleep. I miss her crazy loud laughter that still rings in my ears like a beautiful melody and her crazy colourful attitude which somehow pairs up with mine quiet one. She was different. She was unique.

And she was mine.

But she died. She left. She left and brought a part of me with her. How did she expect me to continue living without her? I loved her. And she, me. We promised. We promised the world for each other. We promised to never let go, to love each other till death do us part. But … She’s gone now. She’s never coming back. She died.

And a part of me died with her.