It's the point in time when you feel the clearest, and the most sensible. It's when you can remember almost every memory in your life with perfect clarity. It's when you can feel in your soul, every emotion that has fueled your actions up to this point in time. The overwhelming force of that one thing that shines so brightly in the distance, you can just barely make out a shadow. It's when you lose it, and realize just how valuable it was to have. It's getting it back by the thread of fate, nearly losing it forever. It's when you're sitting in the darkness, sweat stained and crying because you don't know how you're getting along with each gloomy day dragging itself along. It's the nightmares, the fear, that small voice constantly mocking you behind your back, and the reality that you undoubtedly fucked up and are going to have to live with a gaping hole in your heart for the rest of your days. When you dread the dusk and despise the coming dawn, wishing beyond hope that she comes back and forgives your grievances. It's falling asleep hating yourself just a little more because you know that you lost a good thing