Life was not intended to be easy, it's hard, uncomfortable and tragic at times, but you get through it. And it's the getting through it part that in the end reminds you how amazing it is to be alive.

Life is a series of tragedies wrapped tightly in beautiful ribbons of hope.

She searched for his face in crowds where he'd never be, in places that he'd never seen. In her mind he was everywhere haunting her. Her emptiness was beyond heartache, it was a well played tragedy.

And although she had been broken, shattered beyond repair, to me she had transformed to mosaic. A beautiful array of mismatched pieces, perfectly placed back together again.

There are these moments where I forget you ever existed, and there are others when I can't imagine how I will ever exist without you.

Loving her was a labyrinth of entanglement. Just when you felt you were breaking through, she would dissipate, leaving you grieving for something that never was. She felt destroyed, so she destroyed; it was a wrenching existence where everyone endured.