Here I am laying in bed nearly in tears, my chest feeling like I have crate full of bricks laying on top of it. I nearly can't breath. My eyes sting from the lack of tears spilling out of them. I want so badly to cry. I want to ball my eyes out, but I don't. I know if I cry it means it's the truth. The truth that our relationships is over and there is nothing. Nothing I can do to stop it.
A single tear escapes the corner of my eye leaving behind a hot trail of salty liquid.
One tear. Two tears. Three tears escape and I just know cant hold back any longer. I sit up and the crate of bricks fall off my chest and I take a deep breath.
That crate of bricks was like a dam blocking the water from flowing freely, but now that its gone the tears came rushing down like rain.
My vision is blurred and all I know is that my heart hurts. It feels as if some one has shot it with an arrow leaving behind a hole that can't be healed. My head has already faced facts that what we had is gone, but my heart keeps giving me hope. Hope that he will call me. Hope that he will show up on my door step. Hope that he will take back what he said and tell me he loves me like he did before.
YOU ARE READING
Everything Wrong With Me
RandomThis is not a story. It's venting trash that I decide to write down and post in a series that doesn't go off of each other. Each piece is its own within the series. Every thing I post in here will be a first draft. Nothing will be be rewritten or...
