I once read, “How terrible it is to love something that death
can touch”. I wish I'd known how true
this was before it was too late. All I know now is that the one and only woman
that I have ever loved is gone and will never be here beside me again. My dear Ophelia understood me even when I couldn't
make sense of my life myself. She
listened and spoke to me when I needed it the most. . To just think how I just threw it all away
because I was helpless to my own selfless. I can't bear to think of it anymore,
it pains me too much to.
I’m just blessed and lucky enough to be the guy she loved
once. She always brought me up when I
was down and the one time she needed me, I wasn't able to be there. My heart
breaks knowing I should have been there for, instead I was off putting my life
first. I’ll regret that for the rest of my life. But no more of my blame, I’d
rather talk about the good times we both shared together rather than the
bad. She always hated more than anything
to see people cry, so instead today we should celebrate her life. The very life
she gave so much of to us.
Like every couple, we fought but in the end we remembered
our love was stronger and we'd make up. Our love was tested when people tried
to tear us apart, which made it impossible each day I woke to not think of her.
But Ophelia will forever be in my heart as the years go on. She was my love and
will forever remain as that. Rather than
forget about the love we once shared, I'll constantly remember her angelic
face. No one can replace my feelings or
even tell me I didn't love her like I speak now. If I was able to speak to Ophelia one last
time I'd remind her about my love for her.
I was asleep then, but I am wide awake now. And I wish I
knew then what I know now because the first chance I got, I would have proposed
and made Ophelia the happiest wife alive.
I loved her and always will, forever and ever.
One day, we will be reunited in heaven my dear Ophelia, till
that day, I’ll miss you.