I lived. Before I met you, I just lived my life. I lived for books and rainy nights. I lived and took on one day at a time. I lived but I get lonely sometimes. Then I met you, I lived with happines by my side. I lived with excitement all the time. I lived with purpose in life.
I loved. I loved living life. I loved having you by my side. I loved the endless calls and sleepless nights. I loved you being there when I get nightmares. I loved every moment that we shared. I loved for the first time in my life. And I know, I'm going to love you for the rest of my life.
I lost. I lost my perspective and my will to live. I lost my motivation and the fight in me. I lost the love of my life. I lost you and honestly? I lost my happiness, I feel like dying every second that passes by.
I died. I died. I hurt. I feel. I died. I cry. I scream. I will die. I die in deep slumber. I die in endless sorrow. I died when you left. Silence in death. Now all I know is I'm dead.