memoirs of a klutz

I feel like the person I love most in my life died and a huge part of me died along with it and there's no one left to comfort me. No hugs, no kisses, no calls, no kind words. Now I tell the whole world that I love you, I can't say it enough, but there's no one left to listen. The world has become a colder place.

Have you ever died like that?

Now I know how it feels when a loving husband causes the death of his beloved wife. I am both criminal and sufferer. We share the same grief. I can write for a thousand and one days yet it will never be enough to express how I feel now. Life is impossible to go on. There is nothing left except for a permanent throb of pain in the heart.