Ghost Of You.

Ghost

Of

You~

Chapter 1

-Tamara's POV~

Here I lay on the tombstone of the one I truly

loved and to this day still do, It has been so long since

he passed away, I can still remember as I held him tightly against

me and right before our final encounter I heard those last three words

that I cannot completely forget he was the perfect lover but now I must

bury him deep inside my heart. To many nights I've cried and wished for

it to be me, here lying undearneath this cold ground. Oh, how I've longed

for this world to end so that i may be with him once again.

As the days past by the memories I have of us slowly fade away, and I

cannot have them back. I want everything to go back to the way it use to be,

Where I didn't have to worry about missing my love.

It's getting late and I don't have much time, I can't stay here forever but

I really wish I could. I once was hopelessly romantic but now I don't think i

could bare to lose another love, So I must forget about that for now.

I wrote him a letter and kept it in my pocket but i couldn't give it to

him, for it was to late and thats when it all ended...

"Tamara..." I hear him calling for me but it seems so far, Its only my

imagination I never thought that goodbye would ever cross my mind

but its now come to clear for me to blur away.

If he only knew how much he meant to me, but i think he already knew that.

I pick myself up off the ground and lay a rose on his tombstone as i walk

away with tears rolling down my face.

Its time to go home, I walk on that cold night there are no cars by the

road but if they were i would surely want to get hit but i have to be

strong because he would not want me to end my life like that, I cannot

have him back with me I need to get him off my mind but how can I

when he was all I had, now i have to face the world with this sad look on

my face. I'm thinking to much and I realize that I have gotten home, im all

alone because my mom isn't home she had to go to a business trip.

My father past away awhile back and actually she isn't my mother but

my step mom. I got use to calling her mom when she would help

me out a lot, though i kind of don't know about her as much. My father

was a very kind and sweet man, I miss him so much i couldn't

quite understand how he died, it was told that by a heart