Today my life has been changed in a way I cannot yet accept. I have so many questions running through my mind. Please consider my delicate heart. I am as a child made out of glass and to lose you would shatter me.
How is it that so much time spent loving and caring for someone can suddenly crumble into nothing? How can words of tender endearment suddenly be turned to comments of blind hatred and revenge? Why is change such a feared entity? Where is it we go when we step outside the comfort of familiarity? How do we recreate joy when so much emotion is trapped beneath the rubble of failure? Where do we find the know-how to pick up all the delicate shards that reflect the beauty of true love?
Is there a cloth gentle enough to wipe away the blood of our bleeding hearts? How can we absorb the surrounding happiness of our friends, when our close friendship has been sapped of any remainder of happiness? How can true love end? The transition between love and friendship is a blurry path. Please remember you have been in my place once before.