Stuff that I've written and finally got around to posting.
Tell me what you think. =)
It’s funny. Although I hated: her, her laugh, her face, her voice, her hair even her family, when she left I couldn’t think straight. My whole world crumbled and I couldn’t… I couldn’t cope. It was only when I lost her that I realized I needed her to live. I thought I was happy but I wasn’t, not until she came. When she was in my life it improved the quality but I chose not to see it. Only until it was too late. Only when my life was unbearable to live did I realize, how much I needed her to survive this world.
Then it took not: one day, one hour nor one minute but one second. Then she was gone out of my life.