It's over .

I'm laying in bed , looking through our photos and wishing we had that again . Last night was one of our worst fights . Glass broke and mean words were said . Now you're gone and the only thing of your's here is my favorite shirt of your's . I stare at the door as if you're going to come back but I know you're gone . Our memories make me cry and I want to call you like I always do when we fight and tell you I'm sorry and that I'm stupid but I know that won't work this time . This house feels so empty and quiet without you here . I now know it's over