Broken Dreams.

Me and boyfriend S. broke up. Or well, I broke up. I doubted and doubted and pondered about the possible solutions for us and I did not see them. So, for once, I chose for me, I stood my ground, and announced the end.

Horrible.

He was about six minutes gone and I felt the world was falling down on me. My ratio was telling me that it would pass, that it would wither, would fade. But my ratio was temporarily moved to the moon and my heart seemed to expand beyond my apartment, beyond the city, and so did the pain.

That was last tuesday.
Since then I have drifted in and out of reality, taking it minute by minute, second by second.
And I wonder:
How many times can I call a friend again and again and yet, again to spill my misery on them before they will find me tiresome?...