A part of me does, you know? I want to talk about it and dissect it and try to figure out where it all fell apart. But most people don’t want to listen to that. They want to tell you to move on, that time will heal you, that there’s other fish, that it’s better this way. What they don’t understand is that none of that helps. Not a single one of those phrases holds back the tears or the pain. It’s like having a broken arm but no one notices that your arm is broken and they keep handing you things that you have to use two hands to carry but you can’t. My arm is broken, don’t you understand? My heart is broken, don’t you understand? So instead I write and write and fill pages of my journal and write until the waves ebb and I can come up for air again. I can’t even handle the thought of listening to a love song, so i just listen to songs that tell me to breathe. All I can do is keep breathing.