He was beautiful. He could make me laugh in any situation. He could do no wrong in my eyes. No one could understand the love that we shared. We were young. I still am and he still would be. But it didn't matter. I swear he asked me to marry him every single day and it didn't matter that there was no ring, we just knew what the future held. He would hold me so tight that I'm shocked we could breathe, but I wouldn't have asked him to let me go for all of the riches in the world. I lost him in May.
Friday the 14th my life came to a screeching halt. I was starting college, we had a plan. But that suddenly didn't matter when he fell asleep at the wheel and his airbag didn't deploy. I thought he was indestructible. He was strong and now suddenly he was helpless. I was helpless. I had lost the man who gave me strength and reason to be alive.
I keep his beautifully written poems and his artwork but it's not enough to satisfy the empty hole that I have in my heart. Matthew tells me he loves me in discrete ways that only I understand. I am incredibly lucky to have a guardian angel like him but it doesn't fill the emptiness. I miss you and Love you.