12:47AM - it reads as you drive your truck back down to your dorm. You collapse onto your bed and curl into a sobbing mess
It has been two hours since you've first gotten home and the hollow feeling inside you is taking its place. With all your strength you get up and pack for your sorrowful trip.
2:54AM - You look at your cell and notice 6 new messages and 3 new calls, each probably from the "friends" or lack of friends that you have actually made. You decide to turn your phone off, as you won't be focusing on anyone but you and your family for the next week? 2 weeks? who knows? Usually music would help but for some reason, the CD's containing your mixes remain untouched and you didn't bother to bring your laptop. The silence is distracting and at some point you wait for something (like a dead body or something) to fly out of nowhere and hit the windshield, breaking the silence...but that point never comes.
Present - 3:03AM - Usually you'd find driving really relaxing, but it's different this time. You focus on the vast emptiness of black that surrounds you and your car, and your eyes are never taken off of the road. You don't know which reason is making you cry more, so you try and shut your brain off...and of course that's a fail.
16 hours later - You know things aren't ok, but at least your tears have subsided. Little do you know that there's a guilt ridden friend back at home who regrets getting wasted and sleeping with them rather than spend time with you, like she promised. She calls many times apologizing and leaving voicemails but they all of course remain unanswered. She still thinks you're holding a grudge in your dorm and accepts you need a little space, cause she thinks you're mad at her, but in reality, you're sad at her (Is that even a saying?) You're sad at her because she's wasting time sleeping with some stranger when she could be with you, And be treated with so much more love and respect than anyone else could've gave her.
10:16PM - Later that night you make it to New York and drive straight to your mother's house. When you open the door you see her at the dining table staring off into space, and frankly, she looks no better than you. Setting your bags down, you walk over and give her a hug. And she slowly starts letting her strong exterior down and wails like a baby. She's like this for another hour, and you completely understand. When she finally stops, you guide her to her room and snuggly tuck her in. You watch as sleep encompasses her and you give her a lovingly gentle kiss on the forehead. As you do this, your heart kind of hearts, cause you long to do this to Chloe, but she isn't yours. And she'll never be.
And that's when the tears start again
Ah, the familiar feeling of heart break starts again
And maybe...it's here to stay