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Sitting on the bathroom floor she tries desperately to pull herself together.   She couldn’t remember the last time she lost it this badly.    She had been hysterical for over two hours now and just couldn’t get a grip.   Rocking back and forth crying into his t-shirt, she was lucky that it’s the middle of the night and no one is there to see her like this.    She tries to stand up but just can’t.  So she sits there, stuck in this dark place that she can’t find her way out of.  Her friends keep telling her she’s strong and she can do this and she tries, she really does, but she knows she’s just not.  Not thi

Love flows like blood. It fills your heart when things are good, and quickly bleeds your heart dry when it's bad. It's been so long it hadn't occurred to her that she's allowed to be happy. Her heart aches to be held, but not by the man she promised it to. He never really existed. He was only the man she wanted him to be. Like the wife she wanted herself to be, and the life she wanted them to have. The life she thought they were suppose to have. Someone forgot to tell her that what is 'suppose' to be is not what you end up with. She really believed that those spaces between her fingers were made so that another's could fill them. But when th

She lays in their bed, staring at the clock on the wall, praying and praying that he’ll call. Begging to come home. Her head knows the answer, but her heart won’t accept the truth. She reached next to her and feels his cold, empty spot in bed. She rolls over onto his pillow and tries to find his scent but it’s long since faded. She lays there trying to figure out where she went wrong. She met him when she was 16, going on 17. The first time she saw him was such a long time ago. She didn’t know much of anything accept that the first time she kissed him, the world seemed right. She learned to deal with the angry words that

There is no feeling deeper and stronger then missing someone. No matter who it is. The man who raised you and taught you that the world isn't always a nice place, but his home would be. The man you believed hung the moon. The man you thought could never die, but has been dead almost 5 years. The man who was taken from you in a way that was way too violent, way too soon, and way too unfair. That's what he spent all those years teaching you, though, right? The world isn't always going to be good and fair, but his home would be. He's still right, I haven't been there yet, but I know he'll keep his promise and eventually I'll be back in his home

She parked her car in the lot behind the cold looking brick building, away from the view of the street. She didn't know what she expected to see when she got here, but she was actually mildly comforted by the eerie quietness. It was the height of the morning rush hour, yet hidden back here she felt seperated from the rest of the world. That not being a bad thing. This not being an experience she wanted to share with the world. This not being an experience she even wanted to know herself. Glancing up at the security cameras mounted around the semi-concealed back entrance, she did have a tinge of regret for not finding some one to come with h