It's like, "Oh, so I think this is it, then?" And it's like, "Yeah, I think so."
And I figured that this was coming since last year. I could almost feel the split. I wrote about it in my paper diary those months ago. It wasn't even my fault this time. It was like, "You've changed so much that I don't think that we are vibrating on the same wave length anymore." And I honestly feel it's mutual, we're both too afraid to admit it.
Times like this, I would usually turn to Dilly, but he's gone too. And while I feel there are threads still, the farther the tides go out, the weaker they become.
Strange. I'm not broken. My heart is still there, still beating, just draped in a black shroud of mourning.