Loving him was hard. It was full of pain and tears. Carol said that one day I'll forget and will be able to fall in love again.
She was wrong.
He was the love of my life.
And even if it was hard and he hurt me many times, he was part of me. It was difficult but also beautiful.
He made me feel powerful, full of energy and I was ready to go across the world for him.
Loving him was my goal.
Now he's gone.
And I would be able to love another man as much as I loved him if I would have got a heart.
But he took mine so I won't love anybody else the way I loved him.
Now I know what Carol meant by saying that even the most beautiful love can be destructive and take away everything you've got and even more...