Nights are the hardest. Because I have to lay and the thoughts consume me and I can't breathe. I'm stuck restless. The thought of you consumes me and I fall all over again. Everything comes rushing back. The pain, almost unbearable. "it will get better" they tell me. But the memories will always haunt my every thought. I'm stuck with the bearing of the loss at my own hands. Unable to fix it. I'll always feel something for you. Love is a choice. A choice I made. And I can't take it back. My heart is yours, though you don't want it anymore. I cannot take back what was given. I can only bear its loss.
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Short StoryI lost you. My world falls apart. I'm drowning in the thought of what was, what was going to be. . what will never be.
