Forever Changed

(this is but it isn't a poem. It's how i feel, but it sounds more like the start of a story)

She was forever changed. Gone were her innocent eyes and star struck heart. She was absolutely heartbroken and hurting in a fashion she never knew existed. Of course she hated him with every fibre of her being that wasn't busy aching and yearning for him. He was everywhere she looked, in everything she felt, and she could hardly stand to be alive, so unrelenting was her particular kind of hell. How did one move on with one's life after being struck down by such grief? She no longer cared if she lived or died. Her entire world had gone black.