Well, that's okay. Young love rarely survives anyway. It was amazing while it lasted, right? Yes, and it was an extravagant, wretched love. There was love, there was hatred, there was passion, there was ignorance, there was fear, there was tension, there was struggle, there was success, there was trial and error, there was pain, there was laughter, there were tears, there were promises, there was blame, there was surrender, there was support, there was accompaniment, there was perseverance, there was inconsistence, there was life! There was reality. He lifted me up then dug me back into the ground. I haven't been able to stand for a while. There were so many moments of sparks and darkness, I don't know where I'm going anymore. He gave me strength. He gave me justice. He gave me a voice with no hope. He gave me love, but it was different. He gave me joy, and gave me shame. But it was love. It was powerful. It was a curse. It was ugly, yet beautifully stitched together with pieces of our lost minds and broken hearts.