Here I am, day 4 of the break up, it’s a steady crippling pain that infiltrates everything in my entire day.
There is a real brutality in ripping your daily companion from your life in just a few short sentences.
That’s all it takes. A few sentences and a continued effort to enforce the separation. And so it’s over. Two years and three months, lost into the memories of my life.
And so I wait for the numb, the pain, the shock, the terror and the desire to implode to slowly ebb away.