The lights went out

And with one click she's gone, that girl with big hopes, big dreams, that girl who trusted the wrong kind of people, made wrong decisons, gave up on what was love and took for love a lie that wasn't.

That girl that used to be me.

Two evenings of reading about her choices, you know the ending, you know it won't be good, you know all you wished she had known at the time; but she didn't and there's nothing to do about it now but to accept it. Like a bad chapter in a book, just go through it and hope the next ones will be better for the protagonist.

Everything will be fine in the end; if it isn't fine, it's not the end.

I cry for her now, for everything and everyone she lost, for everything she was but is no more. I love what she is now, I miss what she is no more. I cry for the love that wasn't.