There are worse pains in the world. This I know. But when someone rips your heart out of your chest, it’s hard to believe that you will recover. When they say they no longer love you and that there is nothing there anymore, it’s surprising that it doesn’t just kill you right there on the spot. But in time, as with all things, you know you’ll go on. You know that you have no choice but to recover and heal. And you know that there’s no way to turn back time and fix or undo whatever it was that caused that person to fall out of love with you. At least there weren’t any children. At least you didn’t get married. It’s all super-ceded by the reality that just five months prior you picked up your whole life and gave up everything you had and moved to live with the person in a country on the other side of the ocean. Their risk was nothing, perhaps only their heart. Your risk was everything, including your heart which is now bleeding and dying from someone who was so reckless and shouldn’t have been given the responsibility to care for it in the first place. Life can suck. Life can really suck. It really sucks when you have so many questions and no answers. It sucks when you can’t figure out where it all went wrong, how it all went wrong or even if there was some way to knock some sense into the person’s head. How does someone just fall out of love with the person who only months ago they said the wanted, they needed and loved more than life itself. When they said that person was the best thing that ever happened to them. When they called that person an anchor in their life. When they said they saw a future they never saw before. How can they now say it doesn’t feel right and they no longer see any future? Life can suck. It can really suck.