[ WP ] The most saddest love story you can ever think of

She'd be 18 this year. About to go off to college, make a life of her own somewhere else. And yet here I stand, flowers in my hand. 
 
 They say time heals all wounds. But never fully. Time closes it, it stops the bleeding and makes all functions return. But it leaves a nasty scar. 
 
 Seventeen years. I remember the day I first saw her. She was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen, and I must admit I've seen a few. She had these big, blue eyes and I could've sworn she blinked at me. I was stunned silent. My jaws agape. At the time, I was just 20, and the world was at my feet. But this girl was mine, and I knew that I would always love her. 
 
 I love her still. It's a pure love. It's the kind of love that lasts forever, literally. It's the kind of love that no one would ever question. My knees shake, and I loose my footing. The snow is cold, wet. With a gloved hand, I wipe away the snow covering her headstone. I put the flowers in front of it. 
 
 Love hurts. The most common love that hurts is the one they call romantic love, but there are many forms of love. And all of them hurts in the end. I wo n't tell her how she died. What difference does it make? In the end, it should've been me instead. 
 
 No father should have to bury his daughter.
