Her

She never fails to amaze me everyday. She's so beautiful, from when she wakes up to when she falls asleep. She makes me feel alive. She makes me feel real. I don't know what I'd do without her. Every time she's down I try and find different ways to make her happy again. She doesn't notice me though. She cries every night a lot, I'm to scared to tell her anything. I see her get ready everyday. I see her singing those sad songs every time she's driving in her car. I see her sit at the kitchen table, she hasn't eaten anything in days. I see she's hurting. I'm hurting. She writes to me everyday. And I can't write back, no matter how much I want to. How I miss her. I want to be able to hold her while she cries. I want to be able to tell her everything is going to be alright. I want her to know that I love her. But I can't. I'm not even real anymore. I'm just a memory. I love you, even though I am not there to tell you that anymore.