September 9, 2016
I stared back, momentarily caught speechless, as I tried to form the perfect response. Palms sweaty, struggling to swallow past the knot building deep in my throat. I felt broken, tired...done. I wanted to turn the clock back to the very beginning and pretend that nothing, that none of this, not a single stupid memory, had ever happened and we had never met. But, I couldn't. It had happened. And I had lost, just like I had known I would. What else was there left to say? There were no words out there to describe how I felt. Nothing.