It's the exhale when you wake up to no messages after a long night out.
It's the relief followed by heartache that creates that initial doubt.
It's the 'I'm sorry' that you don't know how to receive or respond to.
It's the pain in the throat and how tears turns my eyes onto a darker shade of blue.
It's the long list of all the things I want fix but not sure where to start.
It's the emptiness I feel every inch we grow apart.