"i can't handle this any more," she said.
i stared at the wall ahead of me. i was sitting on my bed. i knew what she was going to say. i had known since the night before, really, and had woken up that morning with a sense of clarity. but really, nothing can prepare you for that.
"are you okay?"
"yeah. i'm fine. i mean, i'm not fine, but i'll be okay."
i figured it would hit me the next day. i was right. sitting at my desk, i think of her and my stomach gets those jitters. the same ones that I got when i kissed her for the first time. the same ones i got when we were lying in bed together. and now they're the ones when i know that it's really over.
this is going to take some getting used to.