She broke her promise. Our promise.

Who would've thought, she's the one who did it.

She left.

Left me in the dark.

In nothingness.

The thing I was most afraid of...came true.

Last night I slept, with both unshaken fear and faith. 

Was it because I didn't worship her enough that she left?

Did she left with...that guy she...supposedly married?

No, that couldn't be.

Impossible.

She couldn't leave.

Not before I tell her that I love her.

I couldn't live, breathe, stand, blink, sing without her.

I would disappear without her.

Back into the reality that only consume my soul without taking my life.

I've always hated living, until she came into my life.

But now...that she left...I'm afraid to go another night...and to face the possibility of her not coming back even if I waited.

I want to cry...aloud.

I want to scream, yell until it hits the sky's roof.

I want to sing like crazy until she heard my dying heart...until she can hear my love, my love that would be much greater than anyone else's love to her.

But I couldn't.

Without her, I'm useless.

I'm nothing.

I've failed her, I've failed to protect her.

Why else would she have been faithful to meet me every night for the past years, if she wasn't waiting for me?

I should've protected her. 

Why am I thi