The melancholic, nostalgic feeling you get while watching her dance, it’s like you’ve stopped breathing and she’s carbon-monoxide, but you remember what your last breath was like -without her, and you’d rather suffocate.

It's like standing at the edge of a cliff watching everything you've ever loved and hoped for fall to the rocks below.

It's like being the smallest soul, the loneliest one in the world with enough hurt in your heart to rip you apart because your skin can't hold the nuclear bomb being detonated inside you.

It's standing beside your soulmate, watching them carry on without you as you slowly implode.