Sometimes you need to scream. Sometimes you just need to cry. Sometimes you have to do both.
Sometimes your eyes well up with tears, and you aren't sure why.
Sometimes your life seems to be one huge narrative, and you want to know why you can't pick your own happily ever after.
Sometimes you hate him.
Sometimes it hurts so bad you fall to the ground and let sobs wrack your body.
Sometimes you collapse and pound your fists against the ground like a two-year-old.
Sometimes you don't know why you care anymore.
He left you behind.
Sometimes you see his face in the warm glow of the fire's dying embers, and you have to barricade yourself in your room to make sure you don't leap into the flames.
Sometimes you swear you can hear his voice calling your name, and you spend hours looking for him, knowing he's not there.
Sometimes you sit for days staring off into space, thinking of nothing in particular, wishing you could just slip into unconsciousness.
And sometimes you give up and admit it to yourself: you are nothing without him.
Sometimes you make a run for it, determined to find him.
Sometimes you find yourself referring to him in the past tense, like you know he won't come back to you.
Sometimes you find yourself digging your own grave.
And sometimes you wish you could run out of 'sometimes'.
