I can't really deny it anymore babe. I really really want to more than anything be able to deny your death and believe it and know it's not true. I waited for that call, that call that never came. That call that would have put a few pieces of my heart back together. It never came, and it never will. I don't understand why. So many why's. And I know some blame is on my head, I accept that. I just wish other people would so I can talk to them about it without hearing "No no no, it's not your fault." It's got to be someones fault and I'm the one who left you. I'm the one that gave you no reason to stay in MI. Before we started dating you were looking into the ARMY, but you stopped because of me. After I broke up with you though you went right back to the ARMY and joined. If I would have never met you, you would have been there sooner (or not at all) and not been on the road where that bomb was; or if I took you back you would have stayed here with me. Your words are echoing in my mind. The time you were taking me home and we stopped at the end of your road and you looked right at me and told me this would happen. "This is your last chance to take me back. If I die, it's your fault" BABE! Why did you have to say that!? I would have rather lived a life of hell then to have yours cut short. I'm so so so so so sorry. I really do love you more than you or anyone else will ever know. I guess I'll just have to live the rest of my life knowing all of this. I love you. Not a single day goes by that I don't think of you, and I doubt there ever will be a day that doesn't happen. I love you and I'm grateful for the love you gave me in the short amount of time you were with us.
