There are a few things in life, a sadistic bunch of situations. The aforementioned, few things. They are the culprits, offenders, the blindside. The feeling you get when you watch and feel your heartbreak, but, this, special sort of broken heart, you only die a little bit every day. Some days, you may find reprieve for an hour or two, a afternoon could go by. Careful, this death will remind you, tears sting your eyes, you can’t blink back the evidence. There’s no hiding, once the burn in your eyes gets momentum, the ache begins. Where your heart used to beat.

Now you are dying.

Not the kind, peaceful, in your sleep sort of die, a merciful firing squad, a premeditated lynching, or like that guy who hung on a cross from that book everyone seems to misunderstand.

Of the ways to die in this life, I must say a broken heart is the most heinous of all. Slow and painful it kills you just a tiny bit, every breath, blink, there’s no cure or vaccination. They say time heals all.

I think whoever coined the term is full of shit.