"The feeling of love ending. It’s been so long since I’ve felt it. I’m remembering the nausea…the headaches that come after tears. The pain is unbearable."
Love is such a painful thing. It’s so scary. Like walking on a thin wooden plank to the other side. On one side is you. On the other is the person of interest. You slowly have to make your way to the other side. And it’s hard. The wooden plank wobbles and you’re scared you’ll fall and hurt yourself. But when you feel the wooden plank get still and you look up to see the person on the other side is holding the wooden plank with his foot and extending his hand towards you. And suddenly you get so happy you feel like you can easily run across. And some people do. I think I did. But just as I grabbed the hand…I slipped.