How do you cope?
I can't stop thinking of her. The house is still filled with her things. Everything I do in life reminds me of her, reminds me how many times I let her down, how many times I was too tired and too stressed to see her pain?
I was so narrow minded, and I got so complacent, I let her slip through my fingers, and she's gone forever.
And whenever I beg for her to come back she won't. Now I can't contact her at all. Have never felt pain like this in my life. I look in the mirror and I'm ugly, and she was so beautiful, she was so perfect, and she was mine. Now she's not.
Can't eat, or sleep, or stop crying.