Broken, Once Connected

My story began the day I fell in love with him.
The love lasts, but not the relationship. No words could describe the pain, the loneliness and the lost.
Ours was not a fairytale relationship. We fought and we fought a great deal. But we did have fun along the way.
We created our stories, built our dreams and strengthened our bond, a bond so strong that I am now unable to release my self from.
When I lost him, I lost my friend, my companion, my lover, my guardian angel, and above all, I lost my sanity.
I've been in relationship many times before. But this is not simply a relationship. I don't know the word for it, but what we had is certainly much more than that. Well, at least for me.
When I sat down on my bed after a long day, all I could is wept.
I don't know when I could walk out from this misery and accept that there'll be rainbow for me after this rain.
I am wondering, if I sing him "Sleepless Night" by Norah Jones, will he comeback to me?
If I play him Trisha Yearwood's song "How do I Live", will we be together again?
I think "Kenangan Terindah" by Samson would be best for now.

Eh..

Ahh.. the bliss of being awaken.
Not from a sleep, but from being a mudhead for weeks.