The inescapable pain of having lost something you love is all too familiar to me. The profundity of this agony is only matched by the excruciating joy and warmth that it brought to me. Unrealistic highs and unbelievable lows; such is the beauty of love. The messages, the caresses, the smells run through my distraught mind like a whirlwind fueled with a flurry of emotions, tearing me apart from within.
It is somehow apt, I feel; one cannot have day without the night.
It is dreary dark night but its contours amaze me; there are ripples in its shadowy silhouette that hide fragments of broken glass that once held a portrait of beautiful memories.
Maybe, it's true one cannot have pleasure without pain.
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