I remember...
Remember the way we were.
Remember the way we hoped to be.
But most of all
I remember you.

Love and trust and innocence and respect...
...Forever and ever.
Doesn’t mean much now, does it?
Just a fading, distant memory of us.
But not of you.

I remember...
The smell of your perfume, mingled with that of your hair,
Teasing my nose with the delicate scents,
Taunting me with memories of you,
That torture me with the pain they bring.

I remember...
The way the bright morning sun would play,
Dancing across your gentle white skin,
And shining off your soft golden hair,
In a way never again to be repeated.

I remember...
The little notes you'd leave,
Stuck to the refrigerator door,
Or simply left on the table,
Written by a hand that will nevermore hold or be held.

You were so beautiful,
So sweet
And kind.
You were perfect.
But perfection never lasts...

God, you bastard.
How could you do that to her?
How could you make her suffer like that?
How could you create something so soft and pure and innocent...
...And then destroy it?