I am naïve, but I know of love. It was once there in my eyes and his too. Shining like there just wasn't a star in the sky that could beat me out of it. It was all so clear, so beautiful. Something you would be able to see through a crowded room, something that would stand out in a sea of darkness. But now, it's ugly, it's dark, it's annoying, it's irritable, it's nothing it was before.

But why?

Only because there is more to cry about.

There's a stench in the air, it's almost undetectable, but my senses are keen but I need not keen senses because for me, I can smell it from a mile away. I know this smell. I've only experienced it once, but from the first time I walked into this room, I knew what it was and my heart, my heart, dissolved into tiny fragments of nothingness.

It was the stench of death and his light cologne.