There were no tears today. It's the third day since the young man I fell for two years ago left me alone to pick up all the pieces of myself. The first day was hell. I didn't sleep or eat, I just cried. When I'd stopped crying, I stared at nothing for long periods of time. The night was the worst, because I had to work the next morning, but I couldn't make myself drowsy no matter what I did. I just sobbed and sobbed until I finally managed to sob myself into oblivion for a few short hours before my alarm clock made me reface my personal horror story.
Yesterday was better, but it was still awful. I pulled myself together long enough to watch half a movie with my father and brother, and to go to a restaurant with a friend, but then I was back to my room to contemplate what this change meant for my life.
He'd been my confidant, the one person I could bare my heart to and know I'd be accepted just as I was despite my own past and present failures. He'd made me smile more than I even though