And then it wasn't...

Hanna Thomas

It was love.
A beautiful, full kind of love.
The kind of love that you read about in books.
A love that fills you to the brim so that you can no longer feel empty.
A love that makes you forget everything bad.
A love that takes your breath away.
The type of love that we had.

Then it wasn't.
Then it was tears and blood and sorrow.
The kind of tears that makes you feel completely empty.
A deep red blood that can't be covered by a bandage.
A sorrow deep enough to take away emotions.
The type of things that break you.
that was the type of love we had.