I can’t stop thinking about what we had.

I love my parents to bits.

Our love grew as time passed.

A Haiku poem about how Christ died for the whole world.

I took a chance on you.

People tried to warn you.

You detached yourselves from being soulmates.

Sometimes it feels as though the weight of the world is on your shoulders.

It is hard to accept that we are through.

Sometimes things are just too complex.