Broken.

Have you ever seen a shattered window, or mirror. A piece of glass? Have you ever noticed how jagged and sharp those edges are?

That's what's sitting in my chest tonight.

I'm curled up into a ball, wearing his Nike shirt, doused in his cologne, hugging a pillow and trying not to cry.

My heart, my better half, my soul mate...he's gone. Never, in my life, has 9,000 5,000 miles made me feel so insignificantly small. So completely helpless. Never have I felt like my life was not my own to control.

Until now.

It's horrible how very alone I feel. Every turn of the head brings his scent to me. It overwhelms me, consumes me.

I'm broken.