I had to see his lifeless body lying in a casket, but she was there through it all.
She hugged me, asked if I was all right, looked into my eyes when I said I was ok and knew I was lying.
She never left my side.
She stayed right there and let me cry in front of her. The only reason she went, was to comfort me.
We walked in together, arms locked.
She would take a few steps and look at me to make sure I was ok.
She stayed back as I said goodbye and smiled with me as we looked at his pictures.
When I walked away and hugged my teacher,
I started crying.
She grabbed my hands and told me to remember the good times I had with him.
This is the love that was developed from his death.
She showed she cared,
honestly, like no other.
She held my hand as we drove her home.
She watched me as I stared out the window.
She told me seeing me cry would break her heart, all because she loves me.
It wasn't about sex or making out,
when she held my hand,
she was sincere and innocent.
Before she got out of the car she turned to give me a hug.
This is the love that developed from his death.
Only 17,
a year older than me.
He was stripped of his life,
such a young age,
so much life left to live.
Was I really ok when they asked,
as I looked at his body lying in that casket?
I just turned away and said, "yeah."
She knew I was lying,
my head started to pound, just because I was holding back tears.
Half the school,
there and tears were dropping from each of their faces.
He was loved by so many people.
The school has such sympathy for his family.
Sympathy for everyone crying,
by others that were shedding tears.
She started crying,
that's when she told me she couldn't handle it,
that the only reason she went was because she knew how I felt.
Because she wanted to be there for me.
Not one girl I've ever met,
in my whole life,
has ever treated me that way before,
such love,
tenderness.
This day,
it brought sadness,
but out of sadness and death,
we all found shoulders to cry on.
We all found love in someone.
I found love in her.
This is the story of the love that developed from his death.
R.I.P. Eduard. 10-26-09
Never to be forgotten
This isn't a story of death,
it's a story of love.
