One of my sappy, chicky songs made it past me this morning. I frantically jumped to change it, but something kept me from doing so. I started thinking about him. I thought about how he ripped my heart out and handed to me in a plastic sandwich bag. I thought about all that time wasted, crying in bed. I thought about how I shut out my friends, family and anyone trying to get in. I thought about how I wouldn’t be able to live without him. I can’t imagine living with him.