Bloodshot red and burning, the tears peppered my eyes.
I rolled over onto my side to check my phone for the umpteenth time.
Still no missed call. No text, nothing. This time it seriously was over.
But why did I feel so broken?
I should be hanging upside down from a chandelier, celebrating my newfound freedom.
It’s not like he was even a catch really. He was the worst kind of human and I was way too good for him.
But he had something about him, that attracted me to him like a fly on shit and I was lost in everything that he was.
I could kick myself now, thinking back in how dumb I had been. How I had hung off every false word that rolled of his tongue.
I wanted to tear my heart out of my chest and stomp on it. I was angry, how could I still pine for someone who had treated me so rotten.
But the heart wants what the heart wants, and it had only been a day.
I would cry for now; allow the streaks of too long worn mascara to run down my cheeks and then build myself back up to a point, where I was strong enough not to go back to him.