The real tragedy of life is that we just keep living; even when we don't want to, even when it hurts so much that you just don't fucking want to. No one dies of sadness. No one dies of loneliness.
No one of a broken heart.
It would be fitting, poetic even, but reality is neither. We wander down empty hallways, stumbling again and again upon the relics of a past that we are powerless to change. The pain of loss is something that each of us owns forever. And it's torture. Constant, unrelenting torture.
And you know that it is yours.
Forever and ever, Amen.