Random Ramblings

It's not the same as it once was. There isn't that spark, that want, that need. She still loves him, but that love has converted into something less. Bits and pieces of it have fallen away into shadows where they will, more than likely, stay lost without ever being found. She thought it was better that way; a more honest way of living. Without him she was overall, a better person, even if that left her a bit...well, unhappier. The thought of living without him tore her apart, but if she didn't think about him, she didn't think of living without him and that left her puzzle complete, creating that one missing piece where he should have been. Completion found within a void...if that made sense.