She once told me she had to wrap her arms around her belly to prevent herself from falling into pieces when he left her.
I never understood what she really meant, but now I know better, now I'm doing the same. My chest sometimes feels so empty, that I don't know how to fix the big hole he left behind. There's nothing I could do to stop hurting.
I never missed anyone as much as I'm missing him and I'd probably do everything just to have him back in my life, although I know whatever I did, he wouldn't come back anyway. Forlorn hope, that's all it is.
I'd be better off accepting that I'm alone now, but I simply can't. He's all I ever wanted and he's gone. I've no idea how to carry on without him.