I Am A Teen And I Am Writing A Novel Of My Own

All i ever asked was love, why didn't i get that? Its been past 2 years he has gone, his fake love still tormenting me. While i was lost in pain, i heard a my phone ring. I saw it was my friend's call. Maybe he got the news of my fresh divorce. He told me that i had to move one, its a year he has left me and a day we got officially separated.he told me that everything in this cruel world we see, touch,and think dies . His love dies too. Years passed. My hair turned grey, still weeping on his last love grave.sobbing all day and living life with my half dead soul and the scars on my belly which he gave to me. But long after that,once upon a time i met a stranger who taught me what love is. He helped me finding the real me. -LETTER TO MY DEAD LOVER.