I killed him.
He was a funny guy. Sarcastic.
He used to make love feel like sunshine.
Other times, like rain.
I used to get upset at him for the smallest things.
He was a jealous man.
&I was his world.
He spoiled me like I was the only person in his life.
Not with money.
He spoiled me with his feelings, his time, his love.
I never saw that.
He had a smile that could charm anyone.
He had soft dimples and laugh lines.
He was a stud when he dressed up.
&adorable even when he didn't.
He hated to dance. I loved it.
He was a rock. He was my rock.
He used to be my shoulder to cry on.
He used to smother me with kisses.
He loved to golf, he loved baseball, and he loved me.
I was the woman he'd change for.
I was the woman he'd drive 12 hours to see.
I was the woman he made love to every chance he got.
I was the Only Woman that would turn his head.
I was the woman he cried for when I came home too late
I was the woman that'd hurt him with lies.
I was the woman that cheated in disguise.
I was the woman that broke him.
I was the woman that killed him.