I hate you. I shouldn't despise you with such a passion but I can't help but loathe every single bit of your memory.Without you, I'm lost searching for meanings in everything you've left behind, I'm screaming for answers fully knowing you chose to leave me in the most final and irrevocable way. There isn't a single day that goes by when I don't think back to that night. I see your eyes closed shut, the scarlet running from your ears and mouth, I see the gun in your hand and the first thing that comes out of my mouth is "come back". How could you do this to me? I needed you. I need you. I don't want to live my life wondering what could have became of yours. I hate you. I love you. I miss you. I'm lost. One day, I'll learn to deal with the gaping hole your death has catapulted into my life. One day, I'll have realized that I was lucky to have loved you and know that you loved me. But one day isn't close enough, for now I will settle for picking up the pieces of your scattered remnants hoping to find you wandering around in my dreams.