What I have seen, heard, felt and breathed.
What I experience every day, when I open my eyes, and see His face, captured in a photo, never real flesh again.
You can not even dream a nightmare anywhere close to my real life.
He is dead, and I still breathe.
Never should there exist a world where we did not walk hand in hand, side by side. Never should there exist a world where He died.
At only 16.
Two days short of two years my Lover, taken.
Stolen.
Gone.
Don't you dare say you understand. You will NEVER understand.
This beautiful boy, gorgeous inside and out. Soul more pure than even the holiest of people. He only ever did good....
No....
He only ever did Great. Fantastic. Astonishing. He only ever performed miracles.

So why. Why take him? From me. From his mother. From his younger brother.

Why.