Losing the love of your life is crushing especially when you know there's nothing else to live for and you feel cornered. Shivering, curled up, breathing hard and swallowing the pain I sit on the farthest corner of my bed. I'm hiding, I know, I've been weak and now I'm confused... I know there's nobody else to trust but myself, nobody else to count on but me... However I trust, I confide and I end up as I knew I would, burned and alone... Rejection is normal, the usual thing for me... What I can't get used to is failure; how to get over it, to not allow myself to be affected by it... I'm not a child anymore, but hell I do feel like one at times...