Losing you is the hardest gain I have ever had to endure.
The tornado we created was a disaster waiting to happen. Seeing it happen to others shows me how fortunate I am that you were ripped from me. I needed you more than anything, and I shouldn't have needed you at all.
You're nothing but a memory; but the memory of you is so much less than you were to me.
The overwhelming feeling of being found is not one easily escaped. The whirlwind entitled (insert name here) has yet to let me break free.