I need you to be there for me, like you promised.
I remember us, laying in the garden in the middle of the night looking at stars and talking about everything.
How you were depressed, how things never seemed to go our way and I remember being so scared that you would die. I remember saying that if you died - I died. If you died there wouldn't be any reason for me to keep on living, because you were the only person who truly understood me.
I was so scared that you were going to die. I was scared you'd kill yourself or get hit by a buss or fall from a cliff. I would've killed myself if you had died.
I remember exactly how much you made me laugh, and how stubborn you were about me, and I'm so glad you didn't give up back then. I'm so glad you kept coming back to comfort me even when I tried to push you away through my tears.
I remember us talking about how we'd move into a little farm together when we were 104 and when our husbands had died, and we'd grow our own plants and grow our own foods. We'd talk about all the things we had managed to miss in each others lives, and I'd learn how to knit - because you've always been able to. We'd watch the sunset and agree that we had lived good lives.
We talked about it later, and you said how we'd been stupid kids and naive..
It was my favourite thought in the world, the thought of spending my last days with you, when all the hard things in life were over.
The memories of you and me will always be my favourites.
No one has ever completed me the way you did.
But you don't talk to me anymore. You don't look at me anymore. When I cry in the middle of the night, for reasons only known by the two of us, you don't sit there for hours telling me how it's going to be okay.
You don't hold me down when my sadness gets so consuming that it threatens to end me.
You're not there to say that if I die - you die.
Because you simply do not care anymore.