And although I tried to forget you to survive, sometimes the memory of you was the only thing that made me feel alive.

She searched for his face in crowds where he'd never be, in places that he'd never seen. In her mind he was everywhere haunting her. Her emptiness was beyond heartache, it was a well played tragedy.

He was like rain, a subtle nudge to the soul. He arrived quietly, often without warning. At times he'd trickle slowly through her mind, a gentle passing, but before she could run for cover she'd find herself drowning in his memory, flooded with heartache all over again.

The thing about love is most only find their way into our hearts, but every now and again one will find the entrance to your soul. Once that happens your entire world will shift. It changes you in every way, it paralyzes you, and the way you love will never be the same.

There are these moments where I forget you ever existed, and there are others when I can't imagine how I will ever exist without you.

Loving her was a labyrinth of entanglement. Just when you felt you were breaking through, she would dissipate, leaving you grieving for something that never was. She felt destroyed, so she destroyed; it was a wrenching existence where everyone endured.