broken

I understand why people say their heart is broken, because that's exacly what it feels like. I've spent the last week not feeling much at all. I've been numb. Or hopeful maybe? Now I'm so sad, I can barely breathe.

I thought I was going to be able to write something about how he called last night, but I've been sitting here with tears pouring down my face, staring at that first paragraph, and I don't think I can.

Maybe later.

Watch this space.

I'll be okay though. I always am, but right now, I'm not.