I don’t know where to begin. The story of us has so many twists and turns, it’s hard to tell where it all went wrong. I thought I was doing good. I was talking to someone, I was feeling confident and I hardly thought of it. But none of it lasted. My denial period, I guess it could be phrased as. And now, I’m back to ground zero. I’m drowning in memories without my own violation or consent. I can’t find my happy. I’m overcome with this submerging feeling of being pulled further and further into a hole of doom. There are constant storm clouds over my head. Sadness behind my eyes. And a heart that’s forever breaking. I can’t move past this love I feel for you and the loss of no longer being part of your world. I know you won’t come back and apologize and tell me everything I want to hear, just as I know things wouldn’t change if you did. I guess, what I want is to know is that this too shall pass. And I pray it’s soon before I’m consumed by this sadness, this power I can no longer control.