The same could be said about my mind in the aftermath.
Love is affection, tenderness, and warmth.
Words that no longer reside within me.
She promised to love me forever.
I promised her the same.
But forever no longer exists, it died alongside any goodness in my soul a long time ago.
I’m broken, I’m empty and she’s nothing but a painful reminder of what I’ve lost.
She promised to love me forever and she failed.