Why did you fight for it then? Why did you work so hard to try create something so beautiful when you were only going to obliterate it in the end? Why did you stand so faithful, so proud against the naysayers if you were just going to give it up? 

Was it not worth it? Were the fights and arguments and heartaches not worth it? Were the “i-love-yous, we-can-do-this, please-just-trust-in-us” just not enough?

How can something so “magical” in the beginning transform into such…monstrosity? What do we do when the butterflies in our stomach turn into bees that prick us, sting us, scar us, then .. die inside of us?

How do you cope with not a broken heart, ..but an exhausted soul and a numbed mind?

How can you just let everything go?