It feels as if you can feel yourself flat lining. The lump caught in your throat as you search for the words that were there only moments ago. Staring glassy eyed at the person in front of you; Lover turned into stranger. All of the late nights, shared laughter, and giddy moments fight for your attention, but they find themselves lost among the tears, screams, and agony that now seem unbearable.

It pains you to think these dreadful thoughts and it pains you to have to utter them aloud. Shatter the person you love into nothing more than a memory. Turning this moment into your final goodbye. You find yourself at a loss, as if you’re now struggling to remember why you spoke in the first place. You search for your foundation, search for your reasons before you land upon the dreadful reality; love is not everything. Love cannot save what is broken. You had believed this once, and perhaps that is what hurt most of all, your naivety. After all, the most dangerous thing is to love.