It's in the moments where I find myself alone that I remember you.
The love that use to be mine for you,
Has suddenly disappeared.

But it's when I look at the blue in the river,
That I remember the summer we splashed in it proclaiming our joy to the world.
It's when I look at the grass flowing with the rush of the wind,
That I remember you running after me as we played with children's delight.

It's when I look in the mirror and see who I've become
Is when the pain comes from remembering how things use to be.
It's when I take walks by myself that I imagine your hand grasping mine.
It's when I'm driving that I think back to the dreams I had of going on that date,
That special date that I dreamed of.

Why do I love to dream so much about you?
Why are the memories so beautiful, so sweet, but oh so painful?
You've created a hole in my heart that seems like only you can fix.

How did life turn to this?

The dreams that have been crushed has indeed crushed that hopeful spirit of a little girl that never realized the reality of life.

My only prayer is that life treats you well. Live your life, love it greatly. But please, never forget about the little girl who loved you more than she ever could have loved herself.