it wasn't yours to break

her.

    I thought saying goodbye was the hardest part of all of this, when really the hardest part is having to learn to live without you, without your love, without your comfort. It's like walking through a world that's lost its color, where every step reminds me of the laughter and warmth we shared. I keep looking for her in the crowds, half-expecting to see her smiling back at me, but she's not there. The silence is the hardest part, not hearing her voice fill the room, not sharing those small things everyday; moments that used to mean everything.

  I've tried to fill the void with distractions, but nothing seems to fit right anymore. It's a constant battle between remembering and trying to forget, a tug-of-war with memories that refuse to fade. I know I need to move forward, to find a way through this emptiness, but it's tough when every fiber of my being still reaches out for her.

            
                                   

                                                                                                  - A.A