Tonight feels like a sleepless night. Too many emotions are powering through my veins and threatening to rip my heart to shreds. My love tank is overflowing (he has made me hopeful about love for perhaps the first time in my life), but there is hurt that I have been trying to bury for months. There are some things we never thought would end. But they did, and perhaps we were just naive. Naive in our thoughts and actions, naive in our beliefs, but disregarding our naivety, my legs were kicked out from under me the moment I walked out that door. And I still haven’t regained my footing. And I still cry at night over what was lost and how much I hurt you and how hurt I have felt and still feel. Yes, things fall apart, especially when we do not cherish them. But I never thought that this would. Not this painfully. Not this way.