He Is Still Alive In My Heart
 

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He Is Still Alive In My Heart

I'm going to start over again. I'm going to make this story short.

I don't remember the time when we first met, but I do know it was only a short time when he was with me. The sorrow we been through together and the time we shared together--they all seemed so short. When I think about it, it's already gone. My name is Susan and I woke up today as usual. I look to the side of my bed today and hoped he was there, but...he wasn't. Later I said to myself, "Oh...right....he's not here anymore."

5 years ago, he was still with me. He was the only person to have ever understood my feelings best and always sees through my lies. I thought we won't be able to last long, but we lasted for a looong looong time. Even now we are still together.From time to time I thought he was giving me the pain, but instead he was the one suffering. When I think about it, I began to cry. He was a great guy. He never once complained to me and never once hated me. I never hated or once complain to him either. I thought we will be together forever, but the next thing I found is--sadness. The day before I was about to move, I told him I didn't want to go, but , somewhat he gave me real bad attitude and told me he wants me to go away. I was sad and I ran away from him. Before I was about to board the airplane, my best friend came running and told me that he had an illness and kept it a secret from me ever since. She also told me that my father threatened him to let me go or else we wont see each other no more. I was sad to find out that he would lie to me for my sake. I ran out of the airport and went looking for him. But it was too late. I found him next to the place where we first met, a place where we will always be at. He was lying there, breathing hard. I was crying out for him while holding him in my arms. He was bleeding from his mouth. He looked at me and smiled. It was the first time I ever cried so bad that my heart bursts wide open. He then handed me a ring and told me that he wanted to give it to me a long time ago, but didn't had the chance. He was wearing the otherring on his hand also. He asked me if I could marry him. I said yes. We were only 17 years old. With a smile, he told me, "Before I fall asleep, I want to see your smile once again." I smiled and cried. I leaned over to kiss him. We kissed for quite a long time. Suddenly, his body was still.

I remember that very day. I will not forget that time. I woke up and found myself 5 years later looking outside of my window. To tell you the truth I was having difficulties writing this story, I honestly didn't know how to write it. It took me hours to write this. Since I cried most of the time when I write this. But in the end, I was able to write it without tears.

I had never dated any guys since then because I still love him. The ring he gave me was still on my finger. To tell you the truth, you will always somehow love a person once. But to me, he was different. It's because of the ring that kept us together. Somehow, I will always wait for him. He was my first and my last, no he was still mine. There will be no "last" to our love.

Wherever he is or wherever he is at....I wish he could hear my message. To others he's not there, but to me......and My heart I will always give to him..