I walk alone on the street. It's 2am in the morning. I left my jacket at his place and my fingers are freezing.
The tears on my face are cold.
Like the rest of me.
There's no one here which I'm thankful for. I don't think I can stand seeing another human being right now. It still feels too fresh. Too much.
I ask myself if there were signs, if I knew about it earlier than I let myself think. I wonder if I just refused to see it. If all my love and passion blinded me so much. If I let him control my emotions for too long.
I come up with absolutely nothing.
