Have you ever had someone that was your reason for getting up in the morning? The one who the sun rose and set for? The one you rushed home from work or school for? The one reason for existence? The one that you always couldnt wait to hold tight at night?
I used to. I thought I was prepared for her to move out. I was wrong. I sit here and dazedly stare around a house devoid of her possessions. At the mirror she used to sit at while she brushed her hair and applied her makeup, the same mirror that she would look through at me with those loving eyes as I gazed upon her with awe, that this ravaging beauty, getting more amazing every moment, could ever love a beast like me. I was, no... am, so in love with her. When she pleaded with me to let her go, I performed the one act of kindness I could, and set her free. Now I feel as if I have crushed my own heart and sold my soul. The tears stream down my face, tears that just won't stop. I am so alone. Ive never felt quite this way and I just dont know what to do about it. I hurt. That is my existance. That is my reality. Our wonderful memories, god there are so many of them, pour through my mind and each adds its own tear. Why does love have to hurt so much?
