The headphones in my ears tried to blare out the pain of the memories swimming across my closed eyelids. My hands, still cold as stone, were folded across my lap. Beaten, brittle, broken my heart now is. But who will mend it? No one. The pain soars with the remaining heat of his love. The cold of his glares in the halls at school are worse. But doesn't he realize that he was the most important thing in my life before he lost hope, faith and trust? After he told me, my world spun, spiraled around me until I finally fell into a black pit of worthlessness. The light from my beautiful world drained away to a grey blur. I tried my best to cope with the grief, but with no success. I will always love him....