He's Gone

by Kate   Dec 3, 2004


The worst feeling in the world is when you're sitting at home all alone and the only thing to do is think about the person you love. You think about when he was the one whose arms you could run to and everything would be okay. You think about how much you loved him and realize how blind you were to not see what was going on. You think about how much you miss him and how much you wish everything could just go back to the way it was. And as you hear the rain hit the window, and see the tears fall into your hands, you realize that he really is gone.

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