I wish I was always there for her. I wish I could've spent every
second possible with her. I didn't even know it would be so soon.
It shouldn't have been. I miss her. I loved her. I love her. I
needed her here. I want her here. I need her here. Now. Here with
me. I only got to send her a text. Little did I know it was only
a couple of hours before her death. Before she'd die. Before the
depression would set in. Before I could Hug her one last time.
Before I could talk to her one last time. Before I could see her
one last time. I don't even know if she ever got to read the
text. I never will. I miss her so much. I wish I was always
there.