You died.

I don't know if it's just me that feels this way, but when a relationship ends for me, I feel like someone died. It's that type of pain. The type of pain that doesn't leave you easily. The type of pain that doesn't heal until time lets it. I found myself in tears when you got up to leave when the bell rang. I'm not sure why, but every time you walk away, I feel like I'm stabbed again - I can't breathe. I've ran out of things to say and things to remember. I've ran out of my memories of you. It's been four months, and I'm right where I started.