She never dreamt she would be broken-
She only wanted to exist-
But maybe existing in a world where she was used and abused was a testament of how truly lost she was.
-A. E

"Please don't leave me."

It was more than just a broken cry-

It was a plea, and it was a plea that went unanswered.

I watched in confused, unrestrained agony as the love of my life turned her back on me and walked through the door for the very last time.

I never truly understood what it meant to have a broken heart and now that I was experiencing it, I couldn't withstand the torture.

Placing a hand over my lips to shield my screams, I allowed my body to sink to the floor as I gave in to the inevitable breakdown.

Two hours later and I was still in my position; hands rested on my knees, head hanging forward as I knelt in the center of the living room.

Day had turned to night and although watching nature unfold was my one true passion, I could not withstand its beauty as my darkest day was finally upon me.

Looking up into the orange glow of the fast setting sun, I made an eternal vow.

From this day forward until my last breath, I'd never love another soul. I'd never subject myself to such torture, such pain.