It was great. The feeling of falling in love. The stories, secrets, goals we shared. The way we held hands while going on dates. It made us feel invincible, like it was just the two of us. I relished every moment we shared.

Then came the break up. I still couldn't get over it. I cry myself to sleep every **** night, asking the same things: How did it went wrong? Where did we started doing things differently? What did I do wrong, that made us broke off? What would happen if I were to turn back time, so we could start all over?

I'm a mess. I couldn't stop crying, bawling and thrashing around on my bed at night, clutching the soft toy you gave me to my chest and the next, throwing it against the wall. It hurts. Every time I try to take the first step to move on, it hurts. Like lava seeping from my feet and slowly to my whole body until I'm unable to breathe. The pain is there. And it burns like hell.

-m.b