[ WP ] The person who loves you most just died . Tell me the story of your relationship , ending with their death .

He had been my entire world. From the very first time we met, I had loved him with my all of my heart, and everything he did made me feel so lucky to be with him. It was truly love at first sight. 
 
 It seemed at times that we had known each other for our entire lives, but that ’ s just the romantic in me allowing myself to indulge in happy revisionism. When we met, I was much younger than him, almost still a kid. But he was always so gentle and loving; the difference between us always seemed so much smaller. Early life for me hadn ’ t been the happiest, and I hadn ’ t known my parents very well. My father had left before I was born, and my mother abandoned me soon after. By the time he came into my life, I was heartbroken and fearful of others. 
 
 But he changed that. He gave me hope, and he helped me to learn about life, exploring the world around us, and how to love. When we were finally living together, I had never been so happy in my entire life. We went everywhere together, and every second we were apart seemed to be an eternity. But every time we were reunited; after ten minutes, or ten hours; we fell in love all over again. We shared lazy weekends on the couch, and happy, love-filled evenings alone together. I still feared he may leave me some day, but the more love we shared and the more we grew together, those fears receded further and further away. 
 
 Then he got sick. It wasn ’ t much at first, and I still tried to convince him to go out with me, to take me to all of the fun places we enjoyed together. For his part, he tried to mask the seriousness of his ailments, and indulged my love-crazed selfishness. We both tried to deny what we knew was happening. He pretended he felt alright, and I pretended that he would be getting better. We lived our happy little fiction together for as long as we could. 
 
 But he soon got worse, and couldn ’ t live at home anymore. I went to see him as often as I could. I would just look at him in that bed, weak and broken, the sickness destroying him more every day. I tried to be strong and comfort him, but he comforted me more. He always reassured me that it would all be okay, and I let myself believe his lies of kindness. Deep down I could see that he was leaving, but for now I would believe. 
 
 When the end came, I was there beside him. He was so thin, and so weak. His family was there with us, saying their goodbyes. They let me wait until last, so we could both try to console ourselves, but it was to no avail. When he turned his sunken eyes towards me, my eyes watered, and the emotions ran. All I could do was lay my head on his chest, heartbroken. He was my entire world, and he was leaving. I didn ’ t want this moment to end; either he had to stay with me, or I was going with him. But even now he was stronger than I could ever be, and he gently laid his hand on my head, and gently stroked my hair. For these last brief moments, we could share this. 
 
 “ I love you, ” he whispered. “ You ’ re a good boy. ” Those were the last words he ever spoke, and as he left me for good, I rested my paws on his heart until it stopped, and then I cried until they led me away. 
 
 EDIT: spelling 

