A Painting at the thrift store

Sometimes, you pour your whole heart and soul into something and give it to someone, only to realize that one day, they no longer have room for you in their life. So they let you go. They throw you away. It makes me wonder when we’re gone, where does everything we ever cared about end up? Does love only matter when two ends spark? I think not that I chose the wrong one to love. I find it a miracle that I could endure such pain of missing, of sorrow... No matter how hard you try to make all the pieces fit, it can feel like nothing lasts. And still, I find it hard to believe that all the time, love, and effort I gave could have meant nothing to anyone. throw this away for me. Life can sting sometimes. my tears symbolize sacredness. its okay now. after a few years in time no one remembers anyway