My insides feel like they are crumbling like a towering JENGA game. I lose.

I try to smile at her, but I can't extend my flexibility training to my mouth, it just won't move.

When she left, it was like someone had ripped my heart out, crumbled it up like a flimsy piece of loose leaf paper and crammed it back into my chest. It somehow managed to work, but it would never, ever feel the same.

Part of me aches to touch her now that she's so close. But the other part, the logical part, wants to coast myself in Teflon, because I know that her being here, no matter what her reasons, is going to seriously fuck with my world.

I would rather hurt, than feel nothing at all.

I wonder if there is a dark side to every great love story. With great love comes great hurt. I wonder if it is inevitable.