• It was just another day, the two of us walking down the street. I always love the time we spend together. When I am with you, I feel as if time stopped just for us, no war, no anger, just peace. Everyday is different, though, what we talk about, how we act around one another, everything. You seem to be the only one who can put up with me. I have been told that I’m a very difficult person, but I have yet to be told by you. It’s funny really, I depend so mush on you, and yet it does not bother you. For some reason, fate has brought us together. Fate has let me get close to you, become attached to you. I love everything about you. I love you. For once in my life, I am happy, I am happy with you. Everyday with you is a fantasy, a dream even. I have never been so close to someone before. I was always afraid to let people in, until I found you. No, it was as if you found me, as if you knew that I needed you. Fate had never been so kind, I am truly thankful for the gift you have sent me. Then, as if to take your precious gift back, you had someone kill him. A person, another human being, with a gun, miss fire. I’m pushed out of the range of the bullet. On the ground, I am dazed, confused, until something warm drifted to my hand. I looked over to you, and there you were, on the ground, unmoving. I went to you and cradled you in my arms, crying. I told you to hang on, that you will be okay. You started to gag on your own blood, then you touched my cheek with your hand and wiped the tears away. Your hand had never felt so cold before. You told me it’s fine, not to worry. That I have to be strong for the both of us. I yelled at you, I couldn’t help it, you promised me that we would protect one another. That you would always be there for me. I couldn’t stop crying. I love you so much. I never got the chance to tell you. I held you closer, then you said to me, “I love you. I have always loved you.” Your breathing grew shallow and you closed your eyes. You were gone. You died in my arms. In a way I am glad you died that way, not on the cold concrete in a puddle of your own blood. I kissed you softly on your forehead, then whispered in your ear, “I will always love you. I’m sorry I could not protect you.” I was neither angry nor sad for what happened. I’m just glad enough that you found me, that we found each other.