Everything aches with a pain it never has before, but it's been three weeks, and I need to start picking myself up and putting my pieces back together. Yet every time I try to reassemble myself, I find that a piece of me is still attached to you, and no matter how hard I pull I can't detach it. So I'm stuck in a pile of what I used to be and I can't speak or think or move, and I'm struck with the sense that I truly did lose my other half, for it seems impossible for me to be me without somehow having you, too.