I guess I have to accept our hands will never meet again.  Along with our lives, our heart.. Although, I don't think I can accept it.  The love you filled me with is drowning out, but a piece of hope still remains in the pit of my cold and numb soul.  That hope is the feeling of our hands intertwined.  It's the memories of those lazy days making pizzas.  It's the remembrance of the crazy ******* love we shared.  How did I become so empty, when just yesterday I had galaxies inside of me? I guess I drowned it out with all of the tears I shed... Because now there is no galaxy inside of me.  There is nothing inside me...the butterflies you gave me flew into the giant hole where my heart just was.  They died along with every desire of mine... It's amazing how a person can unknowingly take all of that.  My heart is hurting so bad. I'm not okay anymore... I can no longer pretend. God ******. He is everything to me and that love needs to explanation.