Black hole

We were yin and yang. Two complete separate people. Two unique individuals that fit together perfectly to create a new more beautiful whole. There was no him, there was no me. Those words ceased to exist. There was only us. Two parts sewed seamlessly together as one. Two hearts beating simultaneously to the beat of us. Two lives working in the same singular direction. Pure blissful euphoria. Perfect harmony and pure innocent happiness. Then the rain washed it all away and left me standing alone in a cruel cold world with a black hole in my chest where my heart use to be.