As the drops of water fall upon her skin 

She remembers where his hands have been 

She loves the rain. 

 

As the wind rustles through her hair 

She can feel his delicate fingers brushing through it 

She loves the wind. 

 

As the sun grazes so peacefully on her skin 

She can feel the warmth of his body pressed against her own 

Oh how she loves the sun. 

 

She walks ever so slightly throughout the weakened path that is her life 

So afraid to see the light 

That is her own joy and faith hidden so deep within herself 

 

She hides her face when she sees him walk by 

Because that is no longer who she is 

Who she was with him 

Someone she can no longer be 

 

He seeks her hidden beauty 

Her crooked smile 

Her rosy cheeks 

Her heart, so fragile 

 

The smell of his cologne drifts through the open wind 

Takes her to a different place 

A happy place 

 

She remembers how she felt with him 

A feeling she may never get back 

 

She remembers how he hurt her 

A pain she may never forget 

 

She remembers how he loved her 

A love that never fades 

 

She hears his voice whisper shallow thoughts 

Some she may never trace 

 

To have seen her love and her life fade from what little she knew 

She may now create something she knows nothing about 

 

Starting from scratch is not losing what you had

It is rebuilding what you have lost. 

 

Learning to love again is not forgetting who you have loved. 

Simply learning to love yourself just the same. 

 

Moving on is not forgetting your past 

Your hardships 

Your tears 

Your ache and pain 

It is using all of that to recreate what caused those things. 

 

Love is heartbreak 

Love is difficult 

Love is losing who you once were and becoming who you are with another person. 

Love is taking every ounce of everything you have to give and giving it to someone else. 

 

 

To love someone so deeply that their touch is your therapy. 

Their kiss is your salvation. 

Their body is your shelter. 

Their heart is your home. 

 

that is to give yourself completely

almost to the point where you are no longer you 

to love is to lose 

to move on is to gain

 

Love is pain.