That's what I ask myself everyday when I think about what life would have been like with you. I should have been a better man, a better boyfriend, a better person and maybe you would have stayed. I think about you everyday and wish you were here when I wake up so I can feel you laying next to me, and I can put my arm around you and you'd grab my hand and pull me closer. We'd lay there and I'd smell your hair while I rested my head against yours and we'd just hold each other quietly. I should have tried harder and now that's gone and I feel empty, like a hole is in my chest and I can't fill it or ignore it. I feel broken.