I still have your picture in my wallet, I always will. The last 3 years, well, they were the best times. You helped me discover who I truly was on the inside, the me behind the stone heart. Life truly is not the same anymore, the days are getting weirder. There is no glimmer of light everyday, no smiling face to come home to, no cheerful lady jumping into my arms, only a dark room. I find myself spending minutes, hours, just staring into the glass eyes of my 18th birthday present. Yes, I remember. After revealing this present to me, what seemed like something silly to others, seemed like a sign of eternal love to me. You really were my little bit of heaven. These words I type, they are hardly enough to confess the everlasting love I still have for you. The fact that I cannot express it any greater frustrates me. The best parts of life have truly come and gone, and I am left dead inside. The last week we spent together, I loathed. I knew that it was coming to an end, the promises, the dreams, my world, tearing at the seams, crumbling. Myself, helpless to make it right. But that last week, I cherished, I knew that after that week, I would never see you, the love of my life again. I watched as it all fell apart, too weak to pick up the shards of my mind, much easier to leave them scattered about. If I could go back, rewind, I would do better, fix everything I did not do. I would do it all, for you, for me, for us. No matter where you are Kayla, I will always love you, forever. I will always be there for you when you need a guiding hand. When the end takes me, I will always be looking down upon you, smiling.