And then he left...

"I made you my temple, my mural, my sky
Now I'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life
Drawing hearts in the byline"

Love comes to us when we least expect it. It comes to mend a broken soul, to repair broken dreams. It comes to help you imagine a better world, one where there's no more suffering. Sometimes love stays with you until the end, but sometimes it just leaves with no explanation, with no warning signs. It goes... and it leaves you in ruins.

I can't really put into words what it feels to love and to lose, but I can try...