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Her fragile heart breaks,
like a delicate porcelain vase that shatters as it hits the ground,
breaking into a million tiny pieces.
It hurts deep within her soul to think of him,
but every second of every day, he is constantly on her mind.
Each thought of him is a gut-wrenching reminder of his painful absence.
Every day she wishes that she had just one more sweet moment with him,
to tell him good-bye.
She wishes she could see his face just one more time
And say to him that she will always love him no matter what.
She suffers in a tortured silence.
Her own personal hell on earth,
like a fortified prison she cannot escape from,
like a nightmare she cannot wake up from.
She is constantly replaying those last precious moments with him,
like a running commentary in her head that refuses to be silenced.
She thinks back to the last words she spoke to him,
and she wonders if they were, “I Love You.”
All those years they had together,
sharing their lives,
their innermost thoughts, ideas, hopes and dreams,
sufferings and triumphs, failures and exultations.
Two people so intimately entwined with one another, that they seemed to be as one.
Every precious memory is a bitter reminder that he is gone.
Each thought of him reminds her that she will never again have the chance to hold him, or tell him that he made her the beautiful person she is.
He was her everything, her partner for life.
He was her other half,
the one person that truly completed her.
She thinks of him
and her fragile heart breaks,
like a delicate porcelain vase that shatters as it hits the ground,
breaking into a million tiny pieces.