It all came to an end.

It stopped suddenly.

With no warning, except the last second.

But it was too late.

They couldn't save you.

But the some how managed to save me.

Going home just reminds me of you.

And how it was my fault.

Not the drunk driver's.

But mine.

And it reminds me how dad doesn't let me forget that it is.

It is my fault.

I can not forget that night.

Not the crash.

Or fight we had right before we got into the car.

Not that it helps.

But I still love you.

Even though you caused me so much pain from losing you.

I still love you.