No one talks about the morning after a breakup enough. Swollen eyes. Waking up— if you were lucky enough to sleep— wondering if it was just a nightmare. Realizing that it wasn’t. The pain in your heart re-appearing. No ‘good morning’ text. No ‘I’m sorry I fucked up’ voicemail. Nothing. That was your new reality. A cold bed, an empty stomach and an ache in your chest that you fear will never go away.
