Back to black

Now I am truly alone. I tried to hold on to memories and hope, even when she was gone. When the hope became smaller and smaller, I clinged to it. I clinged hard, even after the dust settled.

Today I finally understood. She said it. Brutually honest. I guess it was the last stone into my damaged armour. I am alone. And there is no hope to cling to any more. Love is a loosing game.