Why can't I leave you like you have left me? Why has it got to hurt like this - this? (How do I hold it in my hands and show you how much?)
It's so much when it comes. Like a large wave it washes over me.
Drenches me thoroughly. I shiver, cry, tremble.
I think it seeps through me. Becomes part of me for days to come. Until it subsides for a moment - to re-happen and become me, again.*

Your memories. Your lies. Our love.