My short story.

I am suppose to come up
with a short story
on how i first met my future husband
and how i first fell for him.

Which led me to remember
that it was actually you who made me
realise my feelings for him.

6 years on and it still hurts
to write about you
and every memory of you
still seem so clear.

I hated that you werent around
to share my happiness when i first
went to England to study.

I hated that you werent around
to celebrate my 21st birthday.

I hated that i couldnt share my news
with you that i graduated or
got my dream job that i always wanted.

I especially hated
that you arent going to be
at the wedding of the two people
you brought together.

Yeah, so sue me.

Its been 6 years
and i still hate it
that you're gone *forever*.

Now,
how the hell am i going to write
this short story without crying?