Every breath. Every glance. Every word. Agony.

I look out the window, unseeing, as the waves of pain wash over me, drowning me. I feel empty, like he took not only my heart, but everything else with him when he left, leaving me as an empty shell. He left me mourning the loss of something I can’t replace.

It’s been months since he left, and I still can’t move on. Everyone says it will take time…but how much time do these things need? How long does it take for it to become part of the past, something that you remember and smile, because with the way I’m feeling it feels like it will never end, that this is forever.

I know there could never have been another. I knew it then and I know it now.