”Sometimes, when one person is missing, the whole world seems depopulated” - Lamartine

Heartbreak. Its a funny thing. Most of us have felt it. Suffered from it. Lived through it. If its something so many of us go through, why does it still feel like its something so insurmountable? Like it will be the death of each and every one of us?

I know that’s how I feel. No matter how much I try to change that. Maybe he was the one and now I have to live my life without him? Maybe he wasn’t the one. Will I ever know for certain? Why can’t I know now?

The worst part about heartbreak is that no one can relate to your situation. No one knows exactly how that person made you feel. No one knows the little quirks that person had with you. No one knows if that person was the one for you. There is no way to answer all your questions.

So until we have that revalation where we finally realize that we will be okay without the other. Until we stop dreaming of that one person every single night. Until we stop crying everytime that song comes on. Until his smell wears off from your pillow. Until everything we see or do or hear or smell stops reminding us of them, we are broken.