It's strange.

Am i the only one who finds it weird looking back at the memories of the couples that have broken up? I hate it. Just every little memory they shared use to mean the whole world to them, at one point, they felt as though they were the happiest people on Earth. As though they were invincible as long as they've got each other. But yet they've broken up, where did all the love go? Where did all the memories go? Where did all the promises go? The smiles that they once shared signifies a special moment that only those two would have known exactly how it felt, it's suppose to be amazing, it was all suppose to last. But there is always going to be one person that just wakes up one day, decides they no longer love the other, and tosses it all away, leaving the other shattered. How is that even fair? How is one suppose to live with such excruciating pain, pain that digs deep into your heart, leaving unsalvageable scars.