Jake was the best person I had ever met.  At the time we met, I was going through a hard time.  I had suicidal thoughts, I felt unloved and lonely.  But then he came and he just listened and he let me cry on his shoulder.  The way we met is kind of a funny story.  We bumped into each other at the beach and I thought he was a jerk but then we met again at a friends house.  We got to know each other.  We fell in love.

I seriously thought we were forever.  I knew nothing lasted forever, but we never fought.  Death never even crossed my mind.  When he was diagnosed with the cancer, I was told he only had two months to live.  But he didn’t know.  I couldn’t tell him.  I gave him the worst thing I could’ve given him.  Hope.
The last day with him, his brother called me and I went over.  He was laying down on his bed.  I still remember how he looked at me.  He kissed me with so much passion.  I felt tears run down his face, along with mine.  Then, his heart, which was once mine, stopped beating.  He went still, and I lost it.  But up to this day, I’m 100% sure that he held my hand and took me home.

I’d be lying if I said I don’t miss him or love him anymore.  Every night, I talk to him.  He was my special person.  I had it all planned out.  We’d grow up and accomplish our dreams.  Then we’d meet again at that beach and I’d hug him and whisper, I’m home.  When I saw him, it was like he had conquered the world with that beautiful smile of his.

Today, I want him to be remembered.  When I talk about him, people feel bad because they asked in the first place who he was.  But it’s an honor to tell the world, “He was mine”.  He is my hero.  He saved me from the darkness.  If I saw him one last time, I’d thank him.  I know I will see him again.  We will reunite in another life.  I will be his girl.  He will be mine once again.