I once thought losing love was the most heart-wrenching thing a person could experience. The longing, the ache of what might have been…the unanswered questions. What made life worth living if not love? What did we fight for if not the person who made us complete? The answers were easy: hatred, revenge…survival. When love abandoned you, negative emotions easily slipped through the cracks of one’s broken soul to make us whole again. They provided reasons to move forward and continue to breathe. Death wasn’t an option. Not when you craved to be the one who caused it.
