Nothing lasts

I remember the day I met her, and I remember our first kiss, and the exact day I fell in love with her. I knew she was the one, the only one. I remember how we would kiss for hours, and the taste of her mouth, smell of her hair, blonde tinted. And her body wash, it drove me nuts. And I remember how I exercised more, lost a bunch of weight, started taking care of myself, keeping my beard trimmed and neat. I even began shaving my underarms and trimming my body hair, making sure I smelled nice and my breath was fresh when I met up with her. And I remember how she commented how it was easier to get her arms around me and how my body felt good pressed against hers. But that all changed.

After almost a year together, she passed in a car accident. I stopped caring about taking care of myself. I tried to carry on, but couldn't find the will. When I used to do pushups, ran three miles, dropped another pound, kept my clothes neat, kept my breath fresh, she was the inspiration. Now I don't care anymore. My work doesn't inspire me anymore. I don't really want to be around people. My days are made bearable by Xanax. Nights are worse, I sometimes feel like I'm drowning. So I use a cocktail of drugs to sleep.

I will never feel or taste her kiss again, never look into her eyes, never smell her or feel her hair in my face. It's been 3 months and I still haven't gotten over her. I don't think I ever will, as long as I live. Nothing lasts

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Anonymous556789 Relationships October 02, 2025 at 1:19 am 0 0