I had everything, and now I have nothing. Less than nothing, because it was never real. There was no great love story, no epic, timeless romance between me and Blair. There’s only me, shattered and alone and clutching these fragments of a life I never lived and a love I never had. He’s gone, and he was never mine to lose. The sobs come and come. There’s no escaping it. There’s no end. I am acutely, devastatingly alone. There are no palm trees here.
*sob*
