It is love, when you are at your weakest. When you are ripped open, your words and thoughts raw. Your head longing for that touch, that voice, but it is no longer there. That rush, the desire created by just one look, that you can't remember anymore. When she is gone, she leaves nothing but her memory. It is sometimes unbearable, the thought of her.It brings back a sadness so deep, and so dark, that it shakes the soul and blackens the heart. All she left is the loneliness that burns through the veins, and it breaks the body past the point of the break. It is a feeling that one will always remember, but never regret. The thought chills the body, and soothes the mind. Because in the darkness, loneliness is all you can find.