The path to Wonderland is laced with silent screams that I refuse to listen to. The graveyard is empty of all but me. I walk through its lonely, forgotten paths to where you lay. Snow falls softly all around me, and I can’t help but to remember. It seems colder than before now that I don’t have you to help fill the winter with warmth. The seasons have robbed me of all that they had come for. Now only winter dances here. It seems so fitting, don’t you think?
No tears. That is what I promised myself when you left. I would never cry. It is not what you would have wanted. But I cannot stop them from falling from my eyes. Circumstance have robbed me of all of my second chances to tell you how much I cared for you, and now all I can do is remember the times we had together as I wait for you here.
You said you loved me with your dying breath, and even then, as you clasped my hand, I could not force the words out of my mouth. I wished to scream at you how I cared; how I loved you, and yet I could not. The words died away in my throat, and now only guilt pangs in my stomach.
It is odd how we take the things that we think we can have forever for granted. I took you for granted, my love, and now you are gone. It is only now I can see how much you mean to me. How much I miss you. How dearly I love you.
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