The girl made lovely by sorrow;

She looked at him and with a tear in her eye she said, "I'm gone, it isn't about you anymore. You took my heart..You knew all my tricks..you knew what would make my day. But..now its time to move on." She walked away not sure if he'd miss her or not, if he could only see she did it because she loved him..then he might understand. But that would only be a miracle. Days went by and she'd ignore him. It didn't even phase him. He didn't even know. Then one day, something clicked. He missed her, but she was too long gone. The one thing that he could trust, hold, and love was gone. He didn't realize that he had been feeding that fire oxygen.