My life depends on them. Right now. This pile of noodle feelings and thoughts... I have to sort through them, one noodle at a time. Unraveling them without unraveling.
I haven't looked for her profile in about a week. I haven't asked about her. Sometimes I am conscious of it and sometimes I am not. All of the time, it hurts.
He stays and he goes. Sometimes without physically moving. It hurts. I don't know what the future holds and for the first time in my life I might be ok with that.
The feeling of weakness is sometimes overwhelming. I am coming to despise being called strong because it's a lie.
Insert a zillion positive cliches about overcoming here.