And I recognized that look in her eyes, the sadness in her voice and the way her body moved like she had nowhere else to go. I had been there before. I had lived and survived through the quiet nights when I believed the lonilness would consume me whole. The dark nights when I didn't long for the sun, for the thought of another day seemed so tiring. I remember the days when just taking a single breath hurt and I thought the lump in my throat would strangle me. The days when I couldn't look at my tear-stained face in the mirror without wanting to smash it. I will not tell her to be strong. Or that it will all be okay. I'll just be there for her. There really is nothing you can say when a girl has a broken heart. She's dying a little inside everyday. But someday she will live again.
-j.r.