Love is like a coin. When you fiddle with love, you end up with either head or tail. You either feel like you're in heaven and nothing else could make you feel happier, or you feel like you're going to die of heart ache.
Love is as pure and as evil as money. It can build you, or destroy you. We all think we can't live without either. We want them, but do we actually need them?
What do you do when you lose something irreplaceable? The person is just standing right in front of you, but the distance in between feels infinite. Your hearts are disconnected, but yours still beat for his, he's still your source of oxygen.
I simply feel the pain for her. Every time i put myself in her shoes, it feels devastated. How do you replace something irreplaceable? How do you even begin fixing your broken soul? Time is always the answer. But how long will this pain last?
No one knows.