can she tell you today that she never loved someone like she loved you. She felt compelled and obligated to stay with you through all of your errors. You turned the other cheek to another man. She did not budge. She cried inside for years at hand but held your hand cause it was the task her heart continued to demand. You were hesitant to give your innocence away to the person who has loved you in all of your forms, has never complained, has laughed when the joke wasn’t funny, and held you when it was her favorite shirt you were wetting. Addicted to you as if you were a needle of morphine she grew ill when you weren’t near and dazed when you were near. You gave the innocence away to a intruder at hand. One who did not know you, one who couldn’t finish your sentences, one who barely knew you from a person at the corner store who fills the void of lonely with hard liquor. Your crying. Yes your crying. But. She. Soul mate. She is dying…