What is the point of one? The only thing I know is that the point of one is to become two. it doesnt work the other way. I miss her so much, just the thought of not holding her makes me cry every time. I sit now with a blank mind, lost hope, lost meaning, lost feelings. Staring blank into the horizen wondering what will become of us. That word..'us'..is painful. Not us anymore. just her. Nothing can help me now, Ive lost my spirit, life changing mistake. I can't forget, no matter how hard I try. I want my heart to die. My heart had two parts, I gave one away and the broke the piece I had left. lost friendship. No more. these weeks left are impossible to comprehend. Ive lost myself. By loosing her. I can't bear company. every stare penetrates my soul, I can feel the contempt. I welcome it now, My penance is shame. I must. the true meaning of despair is now me. Love has no place in my life anymore. Im a lost wandering soul.