Finally saying farewell

She used to mean everything to me: the softness of her lips, the warm embrace of her gentle hugs, and the glistening and starry look in her eyes whenever she expressed those three unforgettable words, those legendary words that are represented by the warm feeling that's been shared throughout this world and throughout all of history. A whole lot of things were accomplished under our belt, such as hanging out with each other's groups of pals, dinners with families, sleeping over due to lassitude, and the list goes on and on until the nerves stretch far enough to feel almost complete. But yet, complications and differentiations arrive, challenging the pair of us to the edge of emotional breakdowns, anxiety, fear, and the excessive potential of letting it all go. You can call it the usual ups and downs, comes and goes, and any other particular phrase you can conjure up by thinking about it quite often, but to me it was a challenge and a war with feelings, a never-ending course of obstacles, sacrifices, risks, victories, failures, and white flags. This thing we had, this bond we shared, it was just attempted a tad too deep; eventually, it had to come to a close, collapsing of the curtains.
There are some things that I wish I could take back, but it's history now. I moved on from her, yet I still wish the absolute best for her upcoming days. And just recently, we said goodbye.
As a resident from Desolation Row, I leave you with this: sometimes love may seem like a complicated mental and physical trek; even though it isn't right with someone, it will be right with someone else. Don't lose hope because you have a broken heart, because there's somebody out there to pick up the pieces and hold them together. You may call it finding love again, rekindling from a shattered love, or whatever the hell you're comfortable with saying it as; don't lose yourself because of the breakage within you, there's always someone to hold you together, and to keep you away from despair.