I see her at night

I sat on the grass with her.

We both rolled over and looked at the clouds.

Without looking at me she said something that made me very happy inside.

"Ever have one of those days where you think you're in heaven? This day is like heaven to me."

I couldn't help but laugh, she made me feel complete.

Now I sit here and wonder what life without her can really be like. I'm not sure if I can do it, if it's possible to live without something that makes you feel human again.

I sat up and thought about her. I missed her so much, but the tears were shed and I could only be happy with the memories we had.

"Why are you crying?"

"Because I'm happy"

I felt like I was floating-or free falling- throught the deep blue sky.

It was right after she left my house, my haven. If she had just stayed a little longer, she'd still be here. But that's not something I can change, it happened, it's over.

So why do I still feel so guilty for not making her stay with me longer? that's me...Mister unselfish.

I loved that girl so much, she was like the sister I never had, the love that only exists in books and movies. Now I know what they mean when they say "nothing so perfect can last for long."

It's strange, and I'm freaked out just saying it, but I think she visits me. She comes in at night and sits by my bed. She wears a hood so no one will recognize her. But I know it's her, I can tell by the way she talks to me. I think she loves me again, even after death. The only problem is her face...she doesn't look like anyone. Hollow, empty, nothing. Everything is okay though, the only thing that matters is that she loves me again, and she's here.