I feel like my whole body is being squeezed tightly by an ice cold hand. I really mean it when I say I’m all used up. The next person who comes along will only ever get fifty percent because my ability to give someone my all has been sucked dry. I’m only part of who I used to be and I’ll probably never get that back. I miss you and I love you and I don’t remember how to be single but I’m exhausted. I love you with my whole heart, and that’s not going to change, but I’m tired of being empty and disappointed. This loneliness isn’t going away; I’ve probably never been so isolated and alone in my entire life.