“Love can mend your life, but love can break your heart”
I just never payed attention to such words, but now, left to count my days alone, another lonely day following the others in a long line, like sheeps I’ve got to count in my maddening exile from my own heart, I’m forced to admit that no one said words truer.

My Beth was my sun, my pillar, my entire world. Once strong and beautiful as an untouchable goddess, once shy and cute as kitten asking for love and protection, we were inseparable. The days spent together, the nights spent awake, chatting at the phone, but only when we weren’t cuddling at her place, everything was just too perfect.

I should have known this right from the start. Never take things for granted. I thought our silence was the communion of two souls able to communicate with a glance. But it was just silence, growing between us. I thought our fights were strengthening our bond, but they were just breaking it apart.

But, if I’m not alone at being alone, why I can’t ease my pain?