When you came, I was surrounded by broken glass. I couldn't move for fear of cutting my feet on the shattered pieces. But when you guided me out from the wreckage, I couldn't feel the pain. You showed me fields of flowers more beautiful than anything I had seen before. 

When you left, the flowers wilted. Cracks kept forming in the dark velvet of the night sky, until finally all of it came tumbling down with an earsplitting crash. I couldn't see through the rubble. I couldn't find the fields of flowers anymore. You left, taking all the beautiful things with you.