Part of me has died and I mourn indefinitely.
Pseudo engagement rings and hypothetical kids be damned.
The love of my life is gone and I am paralyzed by impeding solitude.
I don't want to keep my hopes up because my hopes don't mean a damn thing
and my hopes are a memory of the life that I anticipated and the life that I no longer live.
But I cannot help but dream of a moment when this is vocalized as a big mistake.
Yes, I still love you. Yes, I'll come back to you.
But the desperation for reconciliation is one sided and pointless.
My heart breaks harder than it ever has and I doubt my ability to persevere
without my best friend and favorite person beside me.
I am selfish, I am sad, and I cannot.
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