She stopped answering. And in that moment I realized that I shouldn’t fear loosing her anymore. I shouldn’t stay up like we used to do hoping for a glance of her. I shouldn’t be listening to the songs she gave me. And I shouldn’t be looking at pictures of her cat. I shouldn’t go through what she posts wishing she would write she misses me too. What I realized in that moment is my heart is tired. And my love is shattered. I am not complete anymore. Her love lives in me but I don’t fit her life anymore. I am shattered glass and she’s missing a square puzzle piece.