Suddenly time moves in slow motion. The days feel longer and meaningless. The stars don’t shine as bright at night and sunsets lose their majesty. The rain falls harder. The sound of thunder is almost deafening, as if proclaiming your pain. A grey cloud follows you everywhere, saturated with water, a storm waiting to happen. Your favorite song clouds your vision, your favorite food loses its taste, and your favorite chocolate bar tastes bitter. You don’t laugh at jokes. You stop laughing altogether. Romantic comedies are no longer your thing. Even the days feel colder and your temperature won't rise despite wearing numerous layers and drinking cup after cup of coffee. The flowers lose their scent. You breathe the air around you... still you feel like you can’t catch your breath. You feel mutilated, like a part of you has been cut off. You feel physically smaller, like you shrunk a few inches. Your body aches and you feel sick. A manifestation of heart- break. Love songs remind you that what you had is gone and you begin to hate them: you feel humiliated and disrespected when they come up on the radio. Valentine’s Day is a stupid holiday, or so you decide. And the same goes for Christmas and your birth- day. Even the slightest inconvenience sets you off. The butterflies fly out of your belly and are replaced with a profound emptiness that keeps expanding like a black hole, absorbing all your light and energy in the process. Your chest grows sore from crying so hard. The bags under your eyes tell their own story. You try to drown your sorrows, but eventually they learn to swim better than you ever will. The bed is wearing down unevenly because no one sleeps next to you anymore. You don’t dance like you used to or sing in the shower. The world is now black and white, robbed of all the colors it once possessed. You’re not going to die but that’s what it feels like.