A broken heart is feeling a pain straight down the middle of my chest, like my heart is being ripped in half. There's a tightness in my chest that suffocates me. I can't breathe. A broken heart is wanting to grab both sides of my ribs and tear them apart so the pain can escape. A broken heart is being restless, I can't sleep. A broken heart is having no appetite, I can't eat. A broken heart is like I am completely going insane and no one can help me. A broken heart is nights sitting alone with no one that really and truly knows this new you, inside and out. A broken heart is sitting all alone with our memories of holding hands ("they fit together perfectly honey" you once said), the cuddles, your hugs throughout the day, drifting off to sleep in each others lap as we watch movies, your phone calls while you were at work - every two hours just to say hi, your whiskers on my neck - oh how I hated that but I still laughed the whole time - what I wouldn't give to feel that again, sitting across from each other at dinner and just staring into each others eyes, the smiles and the laughs. All of it, missing all of you, that is a broken heart. It will be a year next month, I don't even know how I made it this far, but I did broken heart and all.
I miss you honey. I love you honey - so, so much.
"FEELS LIKE A HUNDRED YEARS, I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'RE GONE. SO I'LL STAY UP ALL NIGHT WITH THESE BLOODSHOT EYES WHILE THESE WALLS SURROUND ME WITH THE STORY OF OUR LIFE"
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