My heart is breaking. The indescribable feeling of loss has found its way back creeping slowly into the pit of my stomach, which is all in knots. I’m always on the verge of crying, pools of tears leaving streams of black down my cheeks. Things are so young between us so premature and you’d swear we’ve been together forever but despite our happy facade we’re miserable, we’re crumbling, and clinging on to one another for dear life by a single well worn thread. What is becoming of us? I go to sleep at night dreading the thought of not hearing your heart beating in sync with mine. I need you.
All I wanted was an escape. All I got was a series of unfortunate events that I couldn’t control. Now he’s miserable. I’m miserable. And I’m stuck.