[SouthernBelle.]

Today I went for a walk, and fell down on my knees on the muddy path, looked up at the overcast sky as the thunder roared and the rain poured over me, and I prayed to God aloud and asked Him why He had to take you away and give you to someone else. I prayed for Him to send you back to me, though I know it's impossible. Though I'm beginning to forget you, I can't bring myself to let it happen. It seems a miserable thing to forget love.

I still pray for your safety and your happiness every night. But more than that, I pray for you to find it in yourself to realize how much you hurt me, I pray for you to regret it and miss me. I pray for you to realize that I loved you, and just how much I did. I pray for God to send you back to me, and I cry and lay there still as a stone, crying as quietly as I can so not to disturb my mother.

I love you. And if that isn't proof of it, I don't know what is. Why didn't you stop when I called out to you not to leave me forever? You never loved me, I realize that now. I have better things to do than waste space in my heart for you. But I can't forget you, either. I pray that I can. Oh, God, let me forget you quickly. Give me someone else to make the pain go away.

I try to convince myself that I can live without you, but I can't. It hurts, it aches. It's a pain that all the Tylenol in the world can't wash away, all the fake smiles and all the high-pitched laughs can't erase from my eyes. Oh, God, let me forget him. It's made me sick.