The love of my life
by Johnna Gresham
The relationship that I had with David was one that everyone wants. We were best friends for 2 years, then one night we got together and it felt right. It felt like that’s where we were supposed to be the whole time, instead of being just friends. There was not one thing in this world that we didn't know about each other. We shared everything with each other. We were together every single day and never got tired of being around each other.
I met David when I was a freshman in high school. He was working at a department store and I was shopping with my mom. He carried our bags out to the car for us. The next day at school, a friend that works with him was telling me that he thought I was pretty. So he gave David my number and from that first day, we were never apart.
We were best friends and lovers. I never thought I would be without him by my side. We were perfect for each other. When we were just friends, my mom would tell us every day, “One day, your best friend will be your husband or wife, y’all just watch.” And then we finally got engaged.
David had a drinking problem and I tried to help him every way I could. He was drinking and driving and he wanted to show off for his friend and they hit a van head-on. They both died in the crash.
There were so many things left unsaid. The whole 5 years we were together, we said, “I love you,” only one time. We didn’t' have to say it… we knew it. Our actions said it for us. Now I wish we would have said it more.
He was in ICU for 3 days before he died. He died on a Tuesday morning. On Monday night I was there with him and I hadn't eaten anything or slept the whole time he was there. I was standing there beside his bed, crying uncontrollably and I whispered in his ear, “If you can hear me Baby, give me a sign.” That’s when he squeezed my hand bigger than ever. I felt like he was telling me that he was going to be alright and everything was going to be okay. But he died the next morning. In a way, everything was alright and okay, but my mom says it was his way of telling me,”Goodbye.”
I had friends that stayed by my side and family also. They tried to help me through it, but I fell into a state of depression so deep that no one could help me. It was one of those things that only time would heal.
LovePoetry does help. I found one poem that made me appreciate life a little more. The name of it is IT'S UP TO YOU by BROOKE NICHOLE MCKINNEY.
It has been 2 years since I lost him. People tell me to move on and let go, but I can't seem to do that and I won't. When you love someone like that and then lose them, you don't ever want to let go.
The only advice I can give anyone is if you love someone don't be afraid to tell them. Let them know how you feel before it’s too late. Hold on to the memories ‘cause when they’re gone that’s all you have. Make sure your memories will be good ones. Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away.
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