…And as I walked past the home in which he lived, my heart crumbled and I felt like it would explode into a million pieces; pieces smaller than an undiscovered atom, a grain of sand, something so minuscule that could not be seen by the naked eye. The thought of all the memories we shared together, good and bad, couldn’t ease the pain I was experiencing. I was compelled to enter the building in which my lover had once lived; thus I could not. My royal blue eyes began to produce tears which fell so gracefully, nobody would be able to tell that I was in agony; they would presume I was happy and crying about something more beautiful than love itself. For I would never see him again. Ever.