Love Found Me At My Weakest Point


1. Prologue

I walked into the funeral home, at a distance I could see his hands lying there on his chest. The room full  of his family and friends, my hand starting to ball into a fist. I took a deep breath and walked a little closer. I could see his pale white face with his eyes closed like he was sleeping. My eyes starting to water when i reach the end of the walk way. I approached the casket and laid my hand on his as i let a tear escape my eye. I stood there letting my tears fall from my eyes. That's when i let the words escape my mouth in a whisper, "I love you.", the words i should have told him when he was..well, you know. I fell to my knees in front of him knowing I would never have the chance to be with him or even see his face again. Crying on the floor, I felt people trying to help me up to my feet but my legs were weak. Finally lifting me up they sat me on a bench right in front of his casket. My eyes were as red as tomatoes, i could feel the burning stings from blinking, I hadn't realized that i was crying till i wiped my face. My make-up covering my hand. Within minutes the service was over and I was the only person left in the room with the casket open. I walk up to Ed one last time before finally saying my good-byes, touching his hand i start to tear up again "Ed. I love you so much. Thank you, for always being there for me when I needed you most. I just wish that you didn't have to go so soon. I know now what i should have known then. You were the one I loved and should have never let anyone tell me otherwise. I'm going to miss you. My life will never be the same. I will never find love again.Good-Bye Ed. I love you." I said as i leaned in and kissed his lips for the last time. I grabbed the top of the casket and walked away, but before completely leaving the only man i would even truly love i tuned and looked back one last time "Good-by my love you will always have my heart." 

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