And so I find myself again with a broken heart. I knew, deep down, this was the inevitable result of engaging with him, but it barely gave me pause in the beginning. It was like running toward a cliff and only thinking about how good it feels to move. It was like running toward a cliff and thinking that somehow you will know how to fly once you get to the edge. It was like falling off the edge and thinking gravity might not pull you down.
And then the ground, breaking your fall, breaking your heart and all your bones with it. There is nothing left to prop you up. And so you puddle there, waiting for evaporation.