Core Memories

He picked up my broken pieces from the floor where they used to lie. He glued me back together, made me whole again. He was my knight in shining armor, and the reason I got up in the mornings, either reading the paragraphs he wrote me about how amazing I am after I fell asleep for the night, or waiting for the good morning text that was guaranteed to make me smile.

But that was when he still loved me, when he was my rock through it all. Before he walked away, taking all those pieces of me with him.