I woke up this morning and called in sick. Should have done that long ago.
I keep trying to move beyond heartache, listening to bitter songs like Elliott Smith's "Just Somebody I Used to Know," but I can't convince myself that I don't still love or need him.
My therapist is absolutely correct when she says this feels like amputation.
She asked me if I felt any resentment and I had to say, "No, I wish I did. I only feel loss. I just miss him."
And the tears flowed.
And she was right when she said, "Your heart is still broken."
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