You.

Alone

It was the only word to describe how I was feeling. It's the word I think every person that walked by me thought. It was what I knew I was. When I went out for my usual cup of coffee people knew because when I sat down a table that was perfectly set for two people I was the only one there. I walked down the street with my hand held out as if someone was holding it, but it was only a phantom thought because everyone in the entire town knew exactly what had happened. All I got was pity in the word. People thought that maybe it would give me some sense of relief if they offered a night out or lunch. None of them seemed to understand the only thing that I could have wanted was what I lost.

People thought they could repair the unfixable. They didn't know that the only damage that could be fixed was on the outside. It was internal that was truly broken but no one seemed to understand that. Everyone saw me as lost. People would assume that 'she will get better with time.' They didn't know that time was the one thing that I wanted to stop and rewind.

When people talked about me they talked about me like I was dead. I was so far off in my own sad reality that they thought I was dead to the rest of the population. I was stuck in my mind. I think that is was because of the drastic change in my emotions. It was just two weeks ago people saw us smiling and laughing as we went out to coffee together and I wasn't alone. Now it's like my happiness plummeted to the Earth and the only thing left for me is now depression.

I think it was different. I was different, you were different. Our town doesn't take change that well. It has been the same for almost one hundred years. Only a few generations have past and all the same, things are there. Everyone thought it would never change, just like they thought we would never break up. But somehow thoughts don't always hold true. You sure taught me that.

You broke me. We broke us.