I loved her so much.
She was everything to me.
Each time I looked into her eyes, I was mesmerised. This was the person whom I had chosen to be with , and who had chosen to be with me. I longed to be with her, for the feeling is just so very nice. Her hands, the smell of her hair, her sparkling eyes, her subtle lips, these all seemed just so perfect to me.
I loved her, I really did.
I just couldn't bear the thought of not touching her hair, not holding her hand anymore.
I did what I had to do.