It’s Really Over…

I asked him to mail my things back to me. He said ok. I told him I’d delete his number. He said ok. That’s it. Just like that, it’s really over on my end. I might throw up. Or have the nervous poops. Or both. But I didn’t cry. And I didn’t say any more than I absolutely needed to. My heart hurts, but I know it will mend. Time heals all wounds. Or so I’m hoping…