In those moments within their hearts, it seemed a force tended to tear them apart. Was it just fate, or never meant to be, sadly they just weren't the ones to see.

Life had always seemed unfair, so what's another love now lost? To them it was no more than a heart now broken, but to us their mind was off.

How can they blow past it so easily, how does the emotion not break them mentally? Is this the sign of wine well aged, or yet another to join the broken souls?

Many times, another person is lost, it's the risk of the trail after all. But if they understand the dangers, why can't they see they'd just be better off?

Is it the crushing loneliness, this sad reality? The human condition, one that could never be cured. Or maybe they're simply too blind to see the cliff that lays ahead.

But they always believed, if you'd only hold off till the end. One would be rewarded, with happiness that never ends.

But reality has its deceptions, so whom is to say, if the reward at the end of the road would be worth it anyway?