"I love you too, but not as you do." She said taking a step back as she removed a strand of hair that fell to hair face and looked up at me. "It would mess up everything we ever had." She continued, "I think it would be better if we just remained friends." "Yeah," I replied, flashing my signature smile, "that's cool with me." 
I hugged her for what I knew was the last time and turned to leave. "You'll find someone," she called to me."Someone who'd love you wholely..." I turned still smiling, "I'm sure I will." I replied. But just not in this life. 
I waved at her before walking backwards into oncoming traffic. I saw her scream and felt my bones break as an SUV collided with my body and I was thrown 10 feet in the air. Free-falling to the asphalt I played one last memory as my eyes closed. Her smiling. Not in this life Lily, not in this one...

An excerpt from a book my brain won't let me finish

Why are the stars reserved for the night?
To give hope and light a path?
Or to teach you to appreciate the dark?

Why does death come after life?
To bring to a conclusion?
Or to teach you to enjoy the wait?

Why does heartbreak come after love?
To destroy your delusions?
Or to strengthen you for what lies ahead?

Why does "you" come before "me"?
Is it because it rolls of the tongue better?
Or because without you, there isn't me?

                             Chiemeka Ozuligbo

Chiemeka Ozuligbo

An excerpt from a book my brain won't let me finish

Why not?