It was a sinister vine, it wrapped around her heart squeezing away the very love it held for him.

It threatened to leave her nothing but an empty husk and have her die a slow painful death.

It was the dark side of the moon, longing for the warmth of the sun that was his touch.

It awakened her but at the same time left her cold and numb to the harsh words he threw her way.

It was the wave crashing against the eager shore. She waited for him to crash into her.

It was the way he always receded that left an ache so deep it held her captive in the dark

It was her love for him. It was her pain.