...of a heartbreak.

"Once I put my coat on, coming out in this all wrong.
She's standing outside holding me. saying oh please,
I'm in love... I'm in love.
Girl save your soul, go on save your soul.
Before it's to far gone and before nothing can be done."

Clinging to his chest, the sobs making my body tremble, he looked down at me.

No more than a simple apologetic look.

He unclenched my fists, and walked away. No look back, no final 'goodbye', just his back going further and further away.

A pain seared through my body rendering me useless for what I can only assume to be hours. Tears ceased to roll down my cheeks, falling onto my chest, slowing getting absorbed into my sweatshirt. The makeup I had so carefully applied earlier had found it's way into the weaving of the threads of my pillow, the blanket I cocooned myself into twisting itself around my ankle.

The guttural heaves of air choke me as I fight back the harshest reality.

I'm not in love.