"I loved her and she left. Maybe I wasn't enough. Maybe I'll never be enough." I've been thinking these words since before we even got together.Everything is new. The old no longer has a place here. Physical items are easy to replace. I'm constantly battling the ones that aren't.Every thought and memory I have is stained.By you.You weren't even there for half of them.How is she still present even though she left?I can do this. I'm going to survive losing her.