1st November 2015. The day you died and also the day of our wedding anniversary and if your dumb ass didn't go to the florists to get me flowers none of this would've happened.  You would still be here.

Despite all that, I still love you. You know I'm still mad at you for dying because if you didn't die, we wouldn't be here now, you wouldn't be buried 6 feet (1.83 m) deep while I'm standing above you. I just... I just don't understand why they killed you, you of all people. Why you? How could a stranger kill you in cold blood? How? Who killed you? How have the police still not caught them after 5 years? I just... I need closure, I need to know who caused us all this pain... Why did we end this way? Why couldn't we have our happy ending together?

I'll never have that happy ending.
A part of me died alongside you.
And I'll never have it back.