Why?

We hadn't talked in a long while, but I never stopped thinking we could if we felt like it. If I got around to looking for her cell phone number, wondering why she hadn't signed on AIM. My thoughts of her, fading more and more each day.
Until finally, months after the fact of it all, I get around to seeing what she's up to.

And this is one of those few times in my life I hope that there's a heaven. For her own sake.

I hope she's found something better than what she found here. I knew her pain ran deep, and I hope that's not all her existence was meant to be.

If there is a God, then please, I beg, give her the happiness she was never able to have.