Just words.

When you took a part of my soul, you took the most important piece. You took the only ability I had left to feel. You left me frozen and numb to the point I couldn't even process what had happened. I was so broken that I didn't shed a single tear over it for months. Somewhere in that little piece of me that you stole, was my joy. My writing. I haven't been able to write the same since. I've lost my spark, my creativity, the fire and the feelings I put into my work. Now they are nothing but bland words on a page. You stole so much more than you realised from me that night.