What Nobody Told Me About Break-Ups
You never really see it coming. One day you're sitting on your old, worn-down couch that could barely fit the two of you, with your head leaning on his shoulder; the next, you're sitting on that same couch, only everything feels different. What once felt like a couch made for an ant, now feels like a couch meant for an elephant with space you can't fill on your own. That shoulder you leaned on is absent and propping you up is that near-empty box of tissues as you're wrapped in the blanket that smells ever so slightly like him.