Looking at her is like watching a mountain fall to the ground.
It crashes and leaves a cloud of chaos and destruction.
But as the dust settles you see something.
There was a prettier mountain behind this one.
She shattered all ideas I had about love.
She tore into my life like a ******* bulldozer.
But she left behind an even more lovely reality.
I don’t live in the dark anymore.
Love hurts; I used to think it was all wonderful.
Love is much better now.
It is flawed and corrupted by lies and shortcomings but it is no less beautiful.
I see it now.
Amidst the debris of falling mountains,
I found a love to end all others.