I am trying to escape the reality of heartbreak. I can almost feel it seeping into my pores and into my bloodstream. It is running through my veins and into my brain.
I don’t want to see him anymore, but every day I am reminded of what I don’t have when I see my son. It kills me.
Honestly, I have never experienced a heartbreak like this. One where the pain is so great, I can literally feel it in my chest. That gut wrenching feeling you get in the pit of your stomach right before you see them. When I dream of him and see what could’ve been, I wake up and shudder.
Funny thing that heartbreak is.
