It's hard at first; there is no one there to feel the painful, uncomfortable voids. No good morning texts, no sweet dreams. But then something quite incredible happens. The sun seems a little brighter, the air a little lighter. Words become more meaningful, passing glances more noticeable. In an instant you realize everything that you had missed while being drunk in love.
Love is wonderful, it's contagious, but if it is the wrong love, it can poison you to the point that you don't even realize how it is sucking every other emotion out of you, replacing it with a sharp pain that will cut you until you are bleeding out on the floor.
But now I am clean. Now I am sober. I am washed of your destruction, your criticism, your disdain for everything that is beautiful in this world. I'm not longer wearing the grey colored glasses you gave to me disguised as rose colored ones.