I had to reach deep within this dark hole and pull out some strength. All of the smoke has cleared and there is still opportunity to grab all of the pieces and move on. It is smart to take advantage of this painful reality and make it as beautiful as possible. What am I to learn from this destruction? To always treasure love. To be sweet as a honey bee, with no sting. Then maybe he will continue to love me? So I cried bucket loads of tears, feeling like a failure, only to see that I have to accept what life hands me. Regret eats away at the soul. I only get one of those. There has to be a lesson behind it all. I am turning this pain into something wonderful.