It is beautiful, it is endless, it is full and yet seems empty. It hurts us.

He knew too well the sting of loneliness and how over time it stole you away, piece by piece, until a mere shell remained.

To me, you were more than just a person. You were a place where I finally felt at home.

So this is the feeling when you've finally accepted and moved on. Literally empty but feels full.

For those who are fragile, sometimes the smallest arrow causes the biggest wound at heart.

Once in a while you could be in a house full of people and you still find emptiness in your heart.