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She was the buoy I swam to.
The rope I clung to.
The ledge I balanced on. But even more than that, She was the force that stopped me from drowning, from falling, from tripping over the edge.
Then She went away.
I could be me around Her. I didn’t have to pretend to like what She liked. Or share the same thoughts or listen to what She listened to.
If I needed Her, really needed Her, I know She would be there — no questions asked.
I know She would always watch my back. I know She would always watch out for my best interests even when it annoyed me.
She had seen me at my worst without turning Her back on me.
In Her eyes, I was not perfect but it didn’t matter. She accepted me in all of my imperfections.
I have never known that with anyone else.
She was a Living, Breathing, Beautiful Being. She was mine. I was Hers. She loved me completely.
But now She is gone.
The World continues to spin.
The Sun continues to rise and set effortlessly.
In and out. We don’t even think about it. But right now, that’s about all I can do.
People tell me to cherish the memories of the time We had. How the hell do I do that?
Now that She is gone —
How am I supposed to move on when the Person I was always with had stopped?