Candice

Lessons Never Learned

There she was. Laid and dressed so elegantly in her open casket, decorated with around fifty or so sunflowers. I stood directly in front her body looking down upon her with my dark brown eyes that were swelling with tears. I realized in that moment that I would never again look upon her beautiful bright green eyes, beautiful pale skin with slightly rosy cheeks. And she would never again smile at me when I say something stupid to get her attention. She was my wife, my world, my peace; and I screwed it all up.