What would you do without her?
It is such a simple question, one that I have gotten countless times over the years of my young life. Family, friends, workmates, pretty much everyone asks me that question and whenever they do I always give them the same answer. I laugh, shrug then just simply ignore what they asked because I know they think it's a joke. For such a simple question, I couldn’t think of an answer that wouldn’t be complex.
To be honest I never really thought of a real answer to that question, hell I didn't think I had too. I thought I was going to be with my other half for my whole life, but to my dismay I guess everything changes. I lost the love of my life. I lost the girl who could make me laugh, who could always tell when something was wrong, and who was never a dull moment. I lost her and now I don't know what to do without her. The worst part, was she didn’t know how I felt.
All this is settling in as I sit on the cold, hard bench right beside her mother and other family members in the front row. People are behind us in the other wooden benches listening to the same thing we were, but they were hearing it differently. Scott, my closest friend, was speaking in the front of the room. He was reading from a paper he had written on days before. He prepared for this moment, you could tell.
The only thing I could remember from what Scott had said so far was 'what are we going to do without her?'. He said it with a short smile that didn't reach his eyes. He was trying to make it into a soft joke like everyone else did, but of course I couldn't think of it as one. As he spit out that one sentence it had me thinking the whole time he was talking.
How can I go on without her?
The walls began to feel like they were cl...
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...riend, Alex was... '' I choked back my words and swallowed my tears, needing to correct what I had just said. '' Sorry, Alex...was and is the love of my life, Even if I didn’t have the courage to tell her. My whole life was, and still is revolved around her, but before anyone asks me the question, I'll just answer that for you.” I take a deep breath and look at the back wall.
“I don't know what I'm going to do without her. She is my everything. I don’t know how I am meant to know the answer to that when I had planned my whole life for her. I'm not saying goodbye, at least not yet. But I am saying I love you Alex Harris, and you'll always be in my heart.''
I took a final deep breath and let my tears flow. Alex’s mother comes up to the stand in floods of tears and takes me off the stand. Scott gave me the thumbs up, and I collapsed back in my seat.
At least I tried.
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