He used to my everything. My absolute everything. The world spun on top of his head, held up by only his hands. He was my life. He was the only thing worth living for.
What happens when that gets taken away? What happens when you’re everything turns into nothing? What are you supposed to do then? Find somebody else? Who can replace perfection? Questions, questions, no answers! How
completely awful is it that you put so much…so much love in a single person and then that gets ripped away from you? It feels like someone tore your heart out, stomped on it, shredded it, and gave it back to you, expecting you to use it the same way. What are you supposed to do with that?

And what happens when he comes back? If he comes back? Will everything be back to normal? Or will I hate him for leaving me? Will he love me for being the same? Or hate me because I’m always so available for him, always there. I never disappear, so why is he allowed to ?