You lose someone, and you spend the rest of your days trying to fill the void they leave in your very soul. One day, you'll wake up and think, finally, you're okay. But some days are better than others. You keep praying to keep your streak, but soon, it all crumbles down, as if only a minute has passed since your heart was ripped from your chest. 

You'll realize that no beautiful places and no pretty faces can make you whole again. You'll realize that no song is sad enough and no movie is good enough to make you lose the emptiness hovering over your head.

You'll spend the rest of your days wondering if suffering and pain really do have an end.