A whole lot of nothing.
Emptiness.
So from where do the tears fall?
I lost the most beautiful thing that would ever happen to me.
I thought I would die of the grief.
I didn't.
I fell in love.
I had hopes and dreams of filling that emptiness with another child's laughter,
because I couldn't hear Ryder's.
I found a man who will make a great father.
I adored him. He discarded me.
I think I am going to die of this grief.
How much love can a person lose?
