Wonder where is she...

  Sometimes I stare at the walls in my room (now empty, cause I cleaned all the drawings and phrases) and I feel as empty as they are now, I think about how much I've changed, and how much my life as changed too.
  One day I heard someone say that the past ceases to exist the moment it passes, all that is left are the memories of something that no longer exists, so I still remember how I felt about that person, but I no longer know how it feels to love someone that much, so I keep looking for it even though I'm not doing anything, I keep changing so I can't be stuck anymore, but I still do. Because no matter how much I change I can't get the most important thing back: Myself. The real me, the me that cared if I hurt people or not, the me that was loud and playful, the me that knew how to love someone, now I simple don't care anymore.
 

How can someone's heart be that broken, that the person you were before completely disappears without a trace? She new this would happen, she tried to fight against it, she knew the end was near, that he would killer in order for him to be able to survive, so now all I can do is try to get her back, the other me, my kindred spirit, and also my soul mate the one that is still far from me.