We weren't married, but we may as well have been. I love her with all my heart and she felt the same way about me. One day in November of 2007 the love of my life was admitted into the hospital and just a few days later she passed away.
She was in pain every second and I was there as much as I possibly could be. Her parents didn't really seem to care, they hardly even checked in on her, but that made it easier for me to slip in unnoticed. You see, our relationship was (is) a complete secret for many reasons. I watched her convulse with pain as her organs started failing one by one and she finally passed on in my arms just after telling me how much she loved me. I felt her die.
We may not have been married (yet) but we definitely planned on it. She was (still is) my everything, the only thing that has ever truly mattered to me and I would do absolutely anything to get her back. She was beautiful, smart, talented, and my other half. Marraige would have been perfect, but I've found that no one is allowed to have perfect and when you get close it gets ripped away from you for no apparent reason.
I love her with all my heart and I'm completely miserable every second she's gone