My heart is flooded. I cannot breathe, I refuse to think.
I didn't get it.
When I read the email, I was fine. Only now, now it hits me. I've crumpled into a heap, shattered into a thousand pieces, contained in close proximity to my heart, my core, my soul and spirit.
If a turning point looked like anything, this would be it. How dark can it get? Only time can tell, only time.
"I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing,
With a broken heart that's still beating
In the pain there is healing
In your name I find meaning
So I'm holding on, I'm holding on, I'm holding on
I'm barely holding on to you"
-Broken (Lifehouse)
Said beautifully, perfectly. Captures it all in all the right words.
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