He was beautiful, charming, everything. He opened doors for me, pulled chairs out for me, was in general a gentleman. He was everything I ever wanted, sweet, funny, kind, merciful. I loved him with all my heart, but now he's gone and his heart belongs to someone else.
Why? Why me, why now?
My life is empty. There is nothing left for me to aspire for. I wake up late at night screaming with the searing pain in my chest, and my heart aches for him.