The thing that sucks about giving your all to someone is that when they leave, there's nothing left for yourself. All that you become are broken memories of what the two of you once were, and a sad vision of what you could've been. Even after many nights of telling yourself that you're okay, you'll still feel the ache of those memories, pounding against the locked door in your mind. But you put on a happy face and go on with your life, because what else can you do? Life doesn't just stop; even if it feels like your heart has.
