Holding hands with you was the most amazing thing. I remember smiling and laughing as if I'd never been hurt; as if I was alright. Being with you was better than any antidepressant that anyone could prescribe. You made me feel numb to everything bad. I just wish that you could have felt the same. I was left to think it was my fault even though you told me it wasn't. I should have recognized before it was too late. I wouldn't be feeling this pain if I would've just seen it. Why couldn't I fix you? Why? I'm left to wonder why you didn't feel as if you were beautiful. Smiling and laughing like everything was going to be okay, but you knew it wasn't. You were broken beyond repair. You slipped through my grasp and I am still in love. Your letter to me stated that I couldn't fix you, but I ignored it. I should've stopped you... I could've stopped you. I miss every part of you. I would do anything to hold you one more time and tell you that everything would be alright if you didn't give up. Now, because of my blindness to what was taking place, I'm broken beyond repair. You're gone forever and I can never be with you again - nobody can.