the hardest part of letting go is wondering if i’ll meet someone who looks and speaks and feels for me the way he felt for me. I still cry at the memory of how he would tell me that i’m beautiful…the look on his face, the love and warmth in his voice… i don’t believe that there can be another like him. and that’s the most painful truth. it is almost unbearable and some times i just wish that i was dead so that i wouldn’t have to deal with this truth and the pain and the sadness that follows