Heart breaking.
All my own work.
17 years flew by.
Now they fly away.
Hurt beyond words.
Tears uncontrollable.
As they should be.

So so tired.
Need to sleep.
To wake up renewed.
To try and process.
Process the change.
Deal with the triggers.
The little things that tear.
Tear and rip at my heart.

Reminders of you.
Of us.
Of who we were.
What we had.
Lost to history.
The chapters in our story.
The plot twists.
The narrative.
Leading ultimately to our end.
To sorrow.
To this.

This hurts.

Love hurts.

The end?


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