Love, life, meaning, over

Love, life, meaning, over. Edward left me. He said he didn't love me anymore. He said it was all a lie. It felt as if there was a big rip in my chest. I fell to the ground shaking hard. Rain started falling. I just waited there on the floor for Edward to come back saying that it was all a joke. To feel his hands in my hair, whisper in my ear, and touch his cold lips to my warm ones. I waited and waited, but he didn't come back. It was over now. What would I do with my life now? How would I live with myself when I knew that he was out there? A soft whimper escaped my lips. How would live without the meaning of my life?