"When you're dreaming with a broken heart,
the waking up is the hardest part.
You roll outta bed, and down on your knees,
and for a moment, you can hardly breathe."
It was something we both knew all along.
But over two days, the facts and expectations and inherent uncertainties of staying together slowly rose to the surface of the space between us and congealed into reality.
We must be practical.
I love him.
And he loves me.
I trust him.
So there are endless roads to heartache, it seems.
My head is pounding.