It has been over a week since you were gone, my beloved Artemis. It's really hard to go on with life knowing that you are not here anymore. The pain is surreal. It's unexplanable. It's the kind of pain that seeps through your core and eats you up inside. For a long time, I keep telling myself that I need to forget you; to take you out of my system—but I can't.
I thought I did. But when you passed away, everything about you came back. My love for you never changed since the first time I fell in love with you. You weren't my first, but you were the one who made every one else irrelevant. I guess you really can't get over your greatest love.
Yes, you are my greatest love. You are my bestfriend, my #1 fan, my ever supportive sister, my better half. You are everything rolled into one.
I'm sorry if I failed to save you from your misery. I'm sorry if I wasn't by your side when you needed me the most. I'm sorry if I had to let you go. I had to so that you could be with someone who will really make you happy. The kind of happy that I couldn't make you. But I guess she failed too. We all did.
There is not a single waking hour that you don't come into mind. I miss you. I'll always do. Always. Because you are someone who deserves to be remembered. Memories of you will forever be embedded in my heart. You will always be in my heart.
I love you. Always had. Always will.
Rest now, my Artemis.











