[ WP ] Stories must end with `` It was Valentine 's Day . ''

On the day that I lost him, I found myself. 
 
 Ever since I met him, my life revolved around him; 
 everything that I did, I did for him. 
 He was my sun, and I needed him like I needed air. 
 I breathed him into my entire being, like life, like birth, like the very blood running through my body. 
 
 He was everything I had. 
 
 But on the day that I found him, I lost myself. 
 
 He was all I had, but all I had was pain and rage and the Storm. 
 He had some deep vein of fury running through him, 
 the strange spirit of a hundred vicious animals imprisoned inside. 
 He destroyed me, so terribly, so wonderfully, and I hated him for it, 
 because he knew I was damaged, so he picked me up and shattered me on the ground. 
 
 *The broken pieces of me scattered everywhere. * 
 
 He was everything to me, but on the day that I lost him I found myself, and I will always remember that day. 
 
 It was Valentine's Day.
