Love is so overrated. I mean why bother? Please don’t misunderstand me. I know what it is to be loved. For six years, fifty-nine days and two hundred and thirty-five seconds I was loved beyond expression. It only took that woman – nine days – 777600 seconds to wipe out my entire existence for being. Just as I thought the sorrow would swallow me whole as the undercurrent swept me under, instinct to survive kicked in. That and him whispering in my ear “I need for you to live love”. Gurgling, gasping for air I finally pull myself up. Paddling for a few minutes, I calm my pulse and my thoughts. Feeling his strength and unconditional love, I open my eyes and head for the dimmed lights in the distance. Making it back to shore, I sit on the embankment; thoughts clear as day. I stare back at the abyss in which I just came from, a plan formulating in my mind. I pull myself up and make a promise to the heavens that her pain will be ten times worse than what I feel this day, at this very moment. Oh yes, I intend to obliterate her from this earth.