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I lost him.
In that moment of loss my world collapsed, where there was light became shadows, the pain coming and going like waves on frigid sand. Though my mind called out for his, the connection was gone... he was gone... and finally I knew that my time to be alone had come.
Loss is the side of loving they never warn you of... There is no way to prepare yourself that should you lose your lover, your heart is buried with them. When the dirt hits them it buries your soul too. There is no coming back, and so the world becomes as if made of shadows and every breath feels hollow in the chest.
The growling of my stomach grows as you sink into the couch. It's been days since I've eaten. No appetite. The smell of food is filling enough. "How could this happen?" I didn't see it coming. Muscles ache from the nights of hunching over, crying. Sobbing. "How did I not see it coming?" I ask myself the same question repeatedly, desperate for the answer that I must have missed the first time. The cruel cycle of recalling every recollection and replaying it back begins. Over time the crisp memories would blur, and the question would remain: "Why?"
What I once treasured is now a memory, a shadow lingering in the depths of my mind. It's a strange thing to lose something which you once had, like a limb torn from your body without the chance to save it. The door that was once open and welcoming was locked and disinviting.
