Tears roll down my face. I am alone once again. This time I have a problem. Some people call it a blessing, but in my case it is a problem. I will have to handle it all on my own.

His words, or lack of words, told me everything. He couldn’t handle something like this. Also that he doesn’t feel the same way about me.

I look at my phone. Still no call. My dreams and hopes of him and I together are slowly slipping away. I feel all sick inside. My heart feels ripped out and thrown on to the floor.

I lie down on the couch and go into the fetal position. The pain doesn’t go away. All the sudden I hear a knock on the door. At first I ignore it, but then there is a knock again. Then whoever it is starts pounding on the door. I grumble and get up.