Once life decided to be fair, made a decision on its own, to let her experience something gruesome, an empty lost feeling called grief, all the worst of feelings are its accomplice.
It has made her comparable to the sun, shining outwards but inwards darkness lies, no words and no comfort can do away with her affliction, what is it?, are you alright? are the only words of worry she gathers, heartily and utterly she answers, "my dear passed away".
It's in her eyes the pain and sorrow, the cries of anguish, day and night she gathers the moments, and the memories they had of those nights they talked whilst the moon was shining bright, knowing it's now in the past and they're making none again, that's all she has of him now with the best of his images, on days like that waterfalls are made from her eyes to her now hilting cheeks.
Whether he loved or he cared, that's her story to tell, but for the delight in her eyes when she's telling, it's known that for her it was love.
She has to move on if not she will be stuck, she will forever retain the loves she lost, even if she finds someone who bests him, for once upon a time her heart bled for him, and that lost blood can never be regained.
Let her keep comfort in their actions and words, when she needs her space, allow her to be, when she rains allow the tears to fall but make sure they dry.
He cherished for a long time and that act will leave a hollow cavity in her invisible heart, the why's will be thrown at her and all will be left unanswered, she must subject herself through that locked pain, she is surrounded but inside it's only her.
Life will permit her a move on, sooner, later or maybe not ever, for life is fair and it's made to be, but for now she will continue to take on the sorrow silently.