Encased, wrapped by delicate hands,
A gift, for months it had been planned,
For me as a reminder of our connection.

Decorated with glitter and gold,
A deck of painted cards that told,
"52 Things I Like About You."

Colored paper and animal drawings,
A little lovely journal showing,
All the adventures that we've had together.

"You like me. I like you. Let's be together forever.
You were the best thing that's ever happened to me.
Stay with me. You're all I need in this world."

Oh I remember, the thoughts that raced
Through my head whilst in your embrace:

"I want to be with this girl forever.
I want to love her, support her, and be with her
Every moment that I can.
I will stand by her side and take her with me through
Ups, downs and many different hardships.
And we will triumph. Because we have each other.
She was, is and will always be my everything."

I could view a year's worth of memories with you through this gift.
All the happiness, the joy, the laughter and the fun times.

And now I have to throw it away.
Such times end eventually.

It's been half a year since I had no one to embrace.
No hand to hold.
No partner to support.
No one to keep me up on my feet.
No one to catch me when I fall.
No one to stay by my side.

So it shall be, all things must end.
I have to throw this gift away.

Why can't I?

I'm still holding it. Why?
I'm tearing up. Why?
My vision's getting blurry. A stream, a flood.
A cry from the inside, hands shaking.
My emotions are killing me.

Stop. Please.
You're long gone.
Why are you still here with me?

This gift is keeping you here.
I have to throw this away.
I need to throw this away.

But I can't.

*I just can't.

"Hush," you said.
"Do not worry.

All the troubles that you've gone through,
The pain that it has caused you,
Do not worry.

Even if all hope seems lost,
When no one in this world would listen
I am here for you.

Share it with me.
We'll take on life's troubles together. So,
Do not worry."

Those three words,
Were more than enough to give me strength.
As long as they came from you.

None of it was said,
But felt.
There was no voice,
But pure touch.

All this, from a hug: The simplest,
But greatest form of physical contact.

As long as you were there,
To hold my hand,
To hold me close.

So I will not worry.
As long as you're here with me.