When one of the most loving relationships I'd ever experienced ended (changed phases) I lost my way; I lost my faith in many forms of love: love for myself, allowing myself to be loved... and my love for most others. I didn't hate anyone, but I lost faith in the possibility of love existing. Slowly and in moments of my greatest strength, my candle... my light still burns and I am reminded that no matter how outside levels of darkness may come over me, there is still a bright shining light within.