The sun shines down on the grave. She's dead, gone. You dont believe in God, but whisper a prayer just in case. You angrily wipe away a tear. you have to forgive what she's done. Not to you, but to herself. You tried to save her from the past she couldnt let go. You feel her presence behind you, but when you turn around to look, its only the wind. You say "i love you" once more, before leaving the girl that got away.