Despite this being under the "fiction" section I will assure you this is very real. Simply this is letter, that I think anyone looking for a reason that I will stop writing will find it here. In the first line I call her, "my eternal love", well for all intensive purposes that's true. R/R.

Though I am not sure, I think this shall be the last piece of writing to leave my pen. To my eternal love.

To Aphro,

I wish that I could tell you, what it felt like. Two years ago, when I lost you, woke up one morning and found out you had left. It’s really hard finding a reason to get up, when your reason for being here is gone. Finding that your reason for coming back, hadn’t. At first I thought you were coming back.

That morning, I awoke in pain. Sounds of a bustling hospital filled my ears. The semi private room still smelled heavily of sweat and strawberries, the latter of which signified your presence. I was so sure you were there, I could feel you. But as I opened my eyes, your presence faded. Left the room. You have no idea what it felt like that morning to wake up alone. To know that just the night before I had been so close to dying, and found a reason with in you to come back.

And you have no idea what a curse this life has been with out you for the past two years. The loneliness is so gut wrenching. It’s not only surreal, it’s unreal, knowing that you of all people take your place amongst everyone else. You face frozen in time. Never changing, as long as I live. I would keep my mind focused on other things if it weren’t for the fact that every moment of every day I feel all the injury’s that night caused me. The pain causes memories of you to come floating back. Some pleasant, most quite dark and painful. Every time I grasp something, the numbness reminds me. I can hear the sound of tearing flesh. Every morning waking up, startled from bad dreams. Sometimes, go for days on end without sleep, scared of the images.

Your voice always chased away every last bit of sanity inside of me. Your words filled me with courage. Your touch filled me with pride, hope, and everything else that I could ever want. To me you were so perfect, you curves, your lines. Your personality was the perfect compliment to mine. What we had was perfect. I would have, and proved that I would go to the ends of the earth for you. You saw that. In your last moments with me, here.

I love you.

To Aphrodite “Broc”: April 13, 1987 - April 10, 2001

**Turns casually, and walks away. While he starts signing a low key version of Michelle Branch’s song “Goodbye to You”** “Goodbye to you, good bye to everything that I knew. You were the one thing I love, the one thing that I tried to hold on to.”