They had to pry the pen from his hand when they found him…

No signs of struggle upon first glance, but then again he wasn’t without life… His breaths simply shallow but upon looking into his eyes, one could see he was wading in the depths of his soul…

He laid there motionless… running through every single moment spent with her… Reliving every kiss, touch and words exchanged… All the down to the first awkward glance when they first met…

Still.. motionless… Stillness of emotions nothing less than pure… thoughts that would could be described as nothing other than fragments that manifest in the power of love…

But now she was gone… His body weak from the overdose of thoughts that syphoned his very will… But not before he wrote every experience shared to page… With one last thought that when she reads this, I can forever live in her memory now…

He took one last breath and let go…