Losing Him

She lay there in the dark crying. She hated pretending she was better off with out him. There was no reset button for her heart. One can not simply forget to love another. Even after the pain has become too much to bare, it is still impossible to ignore the feelings. A battered women still goes home every night, not in fear, but in love. Even covered in blood, her sanguine heart still loves him in ways she won't soon forget. Any amount of pain is better than the idea of losing him. It wasn't even her heart so much that missed him, but her mind. Rarely does one find such a like minded soul with which he or she might share a view on the world. The comfort of understanding, the freedom with which they spoke, the closeness of it all; that was the hardest to lose.