My relationships usually erode very quickly.
Everything begins with a bang. Sudden passion and vigor stuns my soul, with my heart inevitably becoming lost in the ocean of jubilee that consumes me. My opposite, the person with whom I am enthralled, becomes the sole focus of my attention, every moment and movement with her a note in a glorious symphony.
This is a tragedy though, it cannot last.
The ocean of jubilee quickly becomes a maelstrom, the glorious symphony begins to play off-key. What once was the start to something vibrant and alive, deteriorates into a decrepit mess. Happy smiles and excited kisses become stolen glances from a distance and secluded crying.
She tore a piece out of me. No matter how much I cram into the absence that is now present, nothing remains, everything melting away, once again revealing the missing piece of me.