I walked through the halls alone.

I stood at the balcony. The dead trees. The crisp smell of dead leaves on the ground.

Without love, nothing matters.

Love was the reason for the dreams. Love is the reason. Without love, nothing matters.

Before love, I didn’t care who came into my life and left.

Before love, I had a chance of being happy and alone.

Before love, I could hope for love to find me.

After love…

When it’s real, you don’t recover.

When it’s real, you know there is no love for you in your future.

When it’s real, you know you can’t be happy again.

When it’s real and it’s lost, nothing matters.

All you can do is wait for death and hope that it finds you in the next life.

Without love, nothing matters.