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My girlfriend died yesterday. You died yesterday, Taylor. As many times as I repeat this to myself, I won't believe it. I can see your happy smiling face in my mind. But I'll never truly see it again.
They told me there were complications. That even though you were sort of alive, you'd suffered head trauma. And that was all they would tell me. I'm not too young to know. But they won't tell me. And I cry again.
Crying is new to me. I haven't cried since I was a toddler. But I sit in my room, the tears streaming down my face after my mother breaks the news to me. She let's me, and surprisingly so does my father. They all know how much I loved you.
You had the best smile. It filled up your whole face. Your eyes were the greenest green and you kept your blond hair long and straight. You were the prettiest girl I'd ever met. And so you became my first girlfriend.
It's not fair that only four weeks after we started dating, you're taken from me. It hurts me more than I ever thought it would. I knew that our relationship would end eventually, but I thought it would be because of a break-up. It's not.
You fill my every thought, dream, and nightmare. All I can see is you. One second you were mine. And now you're not. It's not fair that you're gone.
At school, I'm known as the dead girl's boyfriend. I try to defend you, Taylor. I try to tell them to stop calling you that. But hardly anyone listens to me anymore. You're famous now. You're on the news. You're in a shrine on 21st street. You're sister feels guilty. The man that killed you is going to jail for a while. He should go to jail forever for what he did to you.
Mr. Cheese-man doesn't make me do anything anymore. I sit at my desk and think of you. And everything we had. And everything we could have been.
I miss your eyes, which were so green. I miss your soft, silky blond hair. I miss your pale, pink lips that pressed so perfectly against mine. I miss putting my arm around your shoulders or your thin waist. But mostly, I miss you.
They told me there were complications. That even though you were sort of alive, you'd suffered head trauma. And that was all they would tell me. I'm not too young to know. But they won't tell me. And I cry again.
Crying is new to me. I haven't cried since I was a toddler. But I sit in my room, the tears streaming down my face after my mother breaks the news to me. She let's me, and surprisingly so does my father. They all know how much I loved you.
You had the best smile. It filled up your whole face. Your eyes were the greenest green and you kept your blond hair long and straight. You were the prettiest girl I'd ever met. And so you became my first girlfriend.
It's not fair that only four weeks after we started dating, you're taken from me. It hurts me more than I ever thought it would. I knew that our relationship would end eventually, but I thought it would be because of a break-up. It's not.
You fill my every thought, dream, and nightmare. All I can see is you. One second you were mine. And now you're not. It's not fair that you're gone.
At school, I'm known as the dead girl's boyfriend. I try to defend you, Taylor. I try to tell them to stop calling you that. But hardly anyone listens to me anymore. You're famous now. You're on the news. You're in a shrine on 21st street. You're sister feels guilty. The man that killed you is going to jail for a while. He should go to jail forever for what he did to you.
Mr. Cheese-man doesn't make me do anything anymore. I sit at my desk and think of you. And everything we had. And everything we could have been.
I miss your eyes, which were so green. I miss your soft, silky blond hair. I miss your pale, pink lips that pressed so perfectly against mine. I miss putting my arm around your shoulders or your thin waist. But mostly, I miss you.
