killing a relationship on valentine's day is really hard. but it could have been worse making the killing today since it's one more day of letting it hang on when there's no more to it. it's like hoping for a great miracle to happen. like squeezing the very last drop of its life.
but it leaves you numb.
i can't believe it happened.
"sorry, i think i'm not ready for this. I'm not ready for anything at all. sorry."
i'm sorry for myself. i'm sorry for you. i'm sorry, too.
but saying sorry wouldn't make the pain go away nor will it make things all right. it will not.
there's pain for one to know happiness.