Sometimes it's difficult losing the one thing you love, or the one person.
You never realise how much they mean to you until they're gone.
You overlook all the little things now but once you've lost them those memories will be your life.
You will cling to them and remember the little things, cherishing it all.
Even your fights will be considered blessings.
Once that person's moved on they're never coming back, and that's the hard thing to accept.
Slowly, that pinch of hope you have left is consumed by grief and sorrow and mourning.
You try desperately to resist but no matter what you're sucked in and soon enough you're regretting every moment you lived, believing it was all wasted.
However it is not your life that has been wasted but instead your tears as you spill them upon the floor remembering the mistakes you made and how if you had fixed them maybe they'd still be there.
If you're old enough you'll hit the town for a few weeks, drinking 'till you black out.
If you're young enough you'll look to taking drags from life-sucking sticks that fill you with hatred and disgust for yourself and everything around you.
No matter your mentality or your age however, you'll hold the blade to your throat or the rope to your neck, threatening everybody to stay away.
You'll cause trouble and insult everybody to get them to stop caring so nobody but yourself can be hurt when you finally pull the trigger.
But do not fear the death of a lover, a friend or a pet. This isn't the worst thing that can happen to a relationship.
Having someone close to you die means you cannot see them, no matter how much you wish or pray.
But having someone close to you ignoring you means you have to face the pain of them living without you and wanting you out.
This is the worst thing that can happen to a relationship.
It's not truly death that we fear but instead the fear of never being with that person again.
That person needs to know they mean something to you before it's too late and assume the worst of you and your heartlessness.