The Absent Return
Her eyes were the delicate crystals my heart yearned to stare into for all of eternity. The fairness, kindness but yet fragile and important no matter how easy it may be to break. In a way, she was a delicate crystal, and I was the remaining pieces to the fragile crystal she needed to make sure she wasn't broken or wouldn't break down. Yet that didn't seem to stop the event from taking place that shattered those delicate crystals into a pulp until she eventually collapsed under the pressure of not having the arm of her lover warm her numb heart.
Because of me she is broken, because of me she will never smile her luminous smile or feel anything other than the depression and agony that supplies the areas of her heart that were torn apart by me.
"I'm sick of inhaling my depression and wretchedness, I don't want to surround myself with the agonizing grief of not breathing his love. I tried to abolish my need for him, but nothing hurts worse than the attempt to remove the one you love from the equation that is life, but forgetting and moving on are 2 very different things, and once I came to the realization, things became a little bit easier."